Yet, despite the illusion of Mark’s company, a palpable emptiness pervaded the hall.

Cecilia observed her son from a distance and was well aware of the weight of his thoughts.

The urge to join him tugged at her heartstrings.

But Waylen gently touched the back of her hand and whispered, “Let me handle it.”

Cecilia nodded, her eyes tinged with redness.

Waylen said gently, “It’s New Year’s Eve, and you’re about to give birth. Don’t cry; it’s ominous, okay?”

to keep

walked to the door and saw Edwin gazing at the snow outside, stiffly holding his small

Edwin thought he had caught

Waylen sat beside Edwin.

to shield him from the cold. Then he lowered his head and asked gently, “Are you missing your dad?” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet

Edwin remained silent.

Edwin. He had always been an introverted child,

long pause,

that he took Laura with

fingers through the boy’s hair, his touch soft and

to reveal the painful truth: that Laura had been mistreated by the servants in the villa, prompting Mark to take her

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