"But it's my mother's fault," she countered.

"She could have chosen a different life. Being with you, I'm always at risk of being criticized, and I don't want that. I admit I'm weak and selfish. I just want to maintain my life with my family. I like you, but my life isn't just about you."

Edwin had considered these things.

The Evans and Fowler families had longstanding enemies.

A relationship with Laura could reopen old wounds, likely involving the Smith family.

He didn't push her on the matter but didn't concede either.

Kneeling before her, he rested his head against her abdomen, whispering, “Let's just enjoy the holidays for now. We'll talk about everything else later, okay?"

Laura, overwhelmed, exclaimed, “Edwin, why must it be so complicated?"

He remained silent, contemplating.

Why endure all this hardship?

He realized it was because he couldn't let her go. If letting go was easy, who would choose a difficult path? Despite everything, he had no thoughts of giving up.

He encouraged her to take care of herself, knowing some issues he had to face alone.

Downstairs, Lina barely looked up as he approached.

She snorted dismissively.

"See? I've told you, if you're not serious, don't bother Laura. She's naive and fell for your tricks. A more experienced person wouldn't be so easily swayed by your efforts."

Edwin didn't respond with words.

Instead, he sat opposite her, helping to wind her yarn.

Lina couldn't help but laugh.

"You've got nerve, trying to win me over to your side because handling Laura's too much for you? I won't intervene on your behalf!"

Edwin spoke softly.