She returned with a substantial stack of paperwork.

Edwin delved into it, working until Tina reappeared at day's end with a complicated look.

"Mr. Evans, your father called. He's inviting you to dinner."

Without glancing up, Edwin quipped, "Has he become that gentle now?"

Tina, feeling uneasy, hesitated.

Edwin prompted her to repeat Mark's message. Taking a deep breath, she relayed, “Mr. Evans said, ‘Tell that bastard son of mine to roll back here!'"

Her delivery was hesitant, almost fearful of Edwin's reaction.

Edwin closed the file with an air of composure.

“That sounds more like him," he commented, prompting a weak smile from Tina.

As he prepared to leave, Tina quietly informed him, "Miss Smith called several times. I told her you were unavailable."

Pausing, Edwin replied with a hint of appreciation, "Tina, you've just earned yourself a raise.”

Her face lit up with excitement.

He then made his way downstairs, got into his car, and drove home.

At home, Mark was dining with Cecilia, his tone reminiscent of his gentler, younger days. Edwin settled casually at the table and asked the maid for a plate. Midway through his meal, he caught his father's stern gaze.

With a chuckle, Edwin teased, "Dad, you're always hovering around Duefron these days. Ever thought of checking in at Czanch? Olivia might be dating someone in secret while you're away."

Mark, unamused, shot back, “Don't bring Olivia into this. You promised Grandma you'd settle down and continue the family line."

Cecilia, unaware of the whole story, offered Edwin a piece of fish, glancing at her husband.

“Isn't this just a small lovers’ spat? We had our fair share of breakups back in the day. Maybe you should do some self-reflection."

Visibly irked, Mark pointed at Edwin.

"Finish your meal and come upstairs. We need to talk. And stop hiding behind your mother. You're 26! It's time to stand on your own."