Olivia watched him go, sniffling quietly. She knew her father was heartbroken that night.

Edwin entered the room.

Olivia, feeling particularly upset, went over to hug Edwin gently.

Edwin patted her head, saying, “Don't cry. I'm not in the mood to comfort you."

Olivia pouted and rested her head on his chest.

Mark proceeded upstairs, where Cecilia was fresh from a bath and taking care of herself.

Noticing him, she eyed him for a moment before asking, “Why do you smell like cigarette? Where have you been smoking again?"

It was then followed by, “Hey, have Edwin and Olivia come back?

Weren't they supposed to go see the lantern show?"

Mark sat on the bed in silence.

Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

“What's with you today? Going through a midlife crisis again? Or are you upset watching Peter celebrate his birthday? Why don't we make a big deal at home too, celebrate your 80th in advance?"

Mark didn't usually appreciate this kind of jokes about his age.

However, this time he responded with a wry smile.

"Jealous of him?

Hardly."

Deep down, Mark felt a bit unsettled. Yet, the thought of Peter's hard-raised daughter being with his son brought him some comfort.

Cecilia's voice softened.

“What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Mark quickly replied.