"Dad, do you have any objections?" Edwin inquired.

Mark cast a glance at his son, offering a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

"You're doing the things I couldn't do years ago, and that's commendable. But, Edwin, now that you have a wife, while your career matters, don't overlook your family. I was too consumed by my professional pursuits back then and ended up separated from your Mom for those years."

Regret was a deceitful companion.

Every morning, as he noticed the emergence of silver strands in his hair, he couldn't help but ponder.