She genuinely pondered the possibility of her and Edwin, and whether Cecilia might not be entirely opposed. Could she, with her obedience and politeness, find acceptance?

Contemplating those matters, she couldn't help but feel somewhat bashful.

Observing her, Edwin understood her inner conflict.

He reasoned that after the holidays, they could bring everything into the open. Both of them were of a suitable age for marriage, and he was eager to take care of her without further delay.

Edwin chauffeured Laura back to her home.

As their luxurious car slowly glided through the imposing black wrought-iron gates of the Garcia mansion, the security guard regarded Edwin with deep respect.

The car eventually halted, and Laura prepared to get off.

Edwin tenderly clasped her hand, saying, “I'll accompany you inside."

Laura wanted to protest, but Edwin had already unfastened his seat belt and gracefully emerged from the vehicle.

Peter was nursing a hangover from the previous night.

When he awoke in the wee hours, only to find his beloved daughter's room vacant, his fury knew no bounds.

Throughout the birthday festivities, Peter had been muttering curses nonstop, starting as early as five in the morning while he impatiently waited in the living room for the rascal to return with his daughter.

It wasn't until nine o'clock that they finally made their appearance.

Peter's eyes bulged with anger, and Lina wore a displeased expression.

“Who was the one constantly refilling the glasses last night?

Humph! Now you're concerned about our daughter. Where were you earlier?"

Peter, uncharacteristically, fixed a stern gaze on Lina.

"Did Mark intentionally keep me inebriated just to create an opportunity for his precious son? I've always maintained that Edwin is shrewd, inheriting every ounce of cunning from his father! Out of all the young women available, why did he have to pursue our daughter?"

Lina scolded him sharply, “Because you can be so foolish!"

Peter was caught off guard by her blunt remark.