He patted his coat in reassurance and replied, "I'll be fine."

As snow continued to fall outside, Mark stepped into the wintry night, the glow from the doorway casting a faint light on his frame.

His silhouette stood upright, though strands of gray were beginning to appear in his hair.

Unable to prevent him from leaving, Cecilia was overcome with a sense of desolation. Turning to Edwin, she inquired with a heavy heart, "Is your father involved with someone else? In this weather, he's rushing out so urgently!"

Edwin's face remained devoid of emotion, concealing whatever thoughts were swirling beneath the surface.