Laura watched them, envious.

Mark caught her gaze, reminiscent of her childhood longing for fatherly affection.

Now that she was grown and his son's wife, he had to maintain a respectful distance.

Mark offered a gentle smile.

Laura felt a hint of embarrassment.

After breakfast, Edwin checked on Laura.

“What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Laura shook her head.

"Nothing."

Edwin affectionately ruffled her hair, whispering “Once we've paid our respects to Grandma and eaten, we'll set off."

Laura nodded.

Cecilia, the last to rise, descended the stairs. Her late awakening, usually inconsequential, seemed more apparent with Laura up and about.

Cecilia greeted the day with a slightly embarrassed smile.

During the tribute to Zoey, Laura stood beside Edwin.

Mark spoke sincerely to Zoey, causing Olivia to giggle softly.

Mark, indulgent of Olivia, swiftly concluded his words, eager for breakfast and the day's journey.

Olivia, however, wished to stay longer.

Mark, considering his son's desire for privacy, raised no objections.

Post holidays, the house filled with festive goods and specialties.

The butler and servants loaded these into Edwin's car.