Tina refrained from saying more, yet her words cast a significant impact on Edwin's heart. He had pondered it as well but felt it would be unjust to Laura.

A few days before the New Year's Eve, Edwin returned to Czanch.

The Evans estate glowed with festive lights, truly capturing the spirit of the holidays. That night, Mark even extended an invitation to Peter and his wife for dinner; the entire family was lively and bustling.

At 20 years old, Olivia retained the charm of her childhood self.

She was still sweet, tender, and cute.

Edwin addressed Peter as “Uncle Peter," but Olivia insisted on calling him “Grandpa Peter," eagerly anticipating her new year's gift.

Peter adored her deeply, presenting Olivia with an exceptionally lavish one. Excited, she showed it to Edwin, “Eddie, yours isn't nearly as nice as mine."

Edwin pinched her nose, “You're quite the grown-up, still making a fuss over gifts like kids."

Softly cuddling his neck, Olivia expressed concern, “Hey, you're 26 and still haven't found a wife. I'm worried for you!"

Edwin gazed at her, and Olivia, sticking out her tongue, refrained from teasing him further.

Edwin shifted his gaze to Peter, questioning, "Uncle Peter, why didn't you bring Laura along?"

Peter grinned and replied, “Oh, Laura didn't return solo; she's with that wannabe foreigner, Dylan Wright, I think. Yes, that's his name.

He's into dining out, and Laura's always by his side!"

Lina shot a glance his way.

“Wannabe foreigner? Dylan is a purebred, you know," Peter retorted.

Disagreeing, Peter said, “ALL those phone calls of his, one moment in Italian, next in Spanish. If he's not pretending to be a foreigner, what is he?"

Annoyed, Lina withheld any response, refusing to speak to him.

Edwin offered a faint smile.

"Being multilingual truly makes him impressive."

Peter gestured to his chest and added, “And the muscles! You should see how well-built he is-bulging muscles. If it weren't for his face, I'd think he was a young lady!"