The butler rushed over, shining a flashlight, and called out loudly, "Mr. Evans had an accident! Get some help here."

At his shout, everyone in the house came running out, with Mark and Cecilia at the forefront. They immediately noticed Laura in the driver's seat and their son, relaxed beside her.

Mark was on the verge of reprimanding his son when Cecilia intervened, opening the car door first.

“Laura, are you alright?" she inquired, and then turned to Edwin.

"How could you let Laura drive?"

Edwin, undisturbed, chuckled in his seat.

"She's a good driver! I just cracked a joke, and she got a bit upset, and now we're here."

Cecilia, curious, asked, "What joke did you make?"

Before Edwin could answer, Laura interjected, "Don't you dare say it."

Edwin looked at her, still wearing a lazy smile.

Cecilia wasn't naive.

She could read the situation between her son and Laura; her years of experience had taught her that much.

She chose to remain silent about it for now, though.

Inside the house, the atmosphere was a bit tense, with Laura feeling noticeably uncomfortable. Edwin maintained his distance in the presence of his parents.

He gave his little sister, who was holding a tablet, a nod.

Olivia ran over to Laura and clung to her arm.

“Laura, please come and help me with this game," she pleaded, pulling Laura away before she could say anything.

At the dining table, the two were engrossed in the game, appearing very close.

Meanwhile, Edwin joined his father and the Garcia father and son in business discussions. Cecilia and Lina were deep in their own conversation.

The dinner table was lively, with delicious dishes being served one after another.