Meanwhile, Cecilia, oblivious to the situation, whispered to Mark, “Laura looks lovelier than before. You know so many people, Mark. You should find her a good match."

Mark replied with a hint of meaning, "I don't really know anyone more outstanding than our own son."

Cecilia, not understanding the implication, felt a surge of pride of her son.

She had brought up her children well.

Mark gazed at his wife's innocent look, his emotions a complex mix of affection and nostalgia. He loved her simplicity, a trait nurtured by his indulgence over the years.

Penney was sharp-witted.

She immediately picked up on the tension between Edwin and Laura.

Knowing about the families’ connections from her husband, she now saw an opportunity to deepen her involvement.

Coming from a distinguished background, she kept Cecilia engaged in light conversation, also taking great care of little Olivia.

The villa's hall was alive with festivities. Western music played in the background, local renowned singers performed love songs, creating a blend of weird harmony.

Laura felt uneasy.

As Edwin approached, she didn't want to confront him in front of others, so she retreated upstairs.

She was relieved that no one came to bother her.

In the evening, there was a knock at the door.

“Miss Laura, your mother sent some food for you," came a voice.

"Please come in," Laura responded softly.

The door opened, revealing not a servant but Edwin.

He held a tray and quietly closed the door with his foot, observing her silently.

Laura rose slowly, her heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and nervousness.

Edwin's voice, deeper and softer than she remembered, broke the silence.