Mark's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Involuntarily, Edwin murmured, "Dad, thank you."

Back at the villa, Olivia, sitting on the sofa, sniffled as she looked up at Mark.

“Dad,” she murmured softly.

Mark walked over and sat beside his little princess, Olivia.

She wrapped her arms around his, resting her small head on his shoulder.

Olivia was strikingly beautiful, with delicate, supple cheeks and soft, brown-colored hair. It was slightly curled and cascaded over her shoulders.

She bore a resemblance to Rena and also to his sister, Reina.

Every glance at Olivia stirred a tender emotion in Mark.

Olivia softly spoke.

"My brother... He's.

Mark gently stroked her hair, whispering in response, "Don't tell your Mom just yet."

Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Mark, hardly able to believe he had actually compromised. Mark tenderly ran his fingers through her hair, softly saying, "There's nothing wrong with loving someone! Dad doesn't want your brother to be sad."

As for Cecilia, Mark thought, there would always be a way.

They resided in Czanch.

Edwin and Laura spent most of their time in Duefron while Mark and Cecilia in Czanch, barely seeing each other throughout the year. Out of sight, out of mind, he mused. When they passed away and Edwin still had his life to live on, how significant would those past events remain?

Mark was indulgent with his children.

Olivia received his unconditional fatherly love.

Edwin, having missed so much during his childhood, was receiving his due now.

Mark slowly began ascending the stairs.