Mark, slightly annoyed, remarked, "You're hardly ever home, and now you're leaving again."

Little Olivia chimed in, "He is old enough to have his own life!"

Edwin, feeling a bit better, gently patted her head and whispered, "Come with me."

Despite Olivia's unfinished dinner, Edwin quickly dressed her in a cute hat and coat and whisked her away.

She felt sorry for her dinner.

In the car, Olivia sniffled and wanted to say something. Edwin, his tone tense, called someone.

"Vanessa is in Czanch. Yes. Please send someone for her. I can't be responsible for what she might do if she stays," he said.

After a pause, he apologized in a low voice.

"I can't do this. Love just can't be forced," he said, and hung up.

As they left home, servants were ushering Vanessa out. Olivia, peering through the window, asked softly, “Is that Vanessa?"

Edwin, surprised, glanced at Olivia.

She was quite perceptive.

Turning back, Olivia sighed.

“Is Laura upset? Are you going to see her? Is that why you're in a hurry? Why am I coming, though?"

Edwin focused on the road, and then softly said, "You're going to spend some time with Mr. and Mrs. Garcia."

Olivia agreed obediently.

Edwin drove quickly, prompting Olivia to tap him.

"Eddie, slow down!"

Realizing he was distracted, he slowed down and lit a cigarette at the red light, smoking in silence.

Olivia watched him, suddenly feeling her brother was quite pitiable.