Mark smiled faintly. When Cecilia went upstairs, he continued to assist his daughter in walking. His expression was very tender, devoid of any trace of unhappiness.

Waylen, who had witnessed the entire scene, couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I have to say, I didn’t realize you had such patience.”

Mark asked, “What do you mean?”

Olivia, weary from her attempts to walk, no longer wanted to continue and clamored Mark to hold her.

Mark, holding his daughter with one arm, prepared to get some warm milk for her. However, he found only enough milk formula for one serving.

He summoned the servant.

The servant hurriedly apologized.

Angela’s Library

a lot

leaned on her father’s shoulder, appearing

issue of it with

a fresh bottle of warm milk with the other, and sat down on the sofa to

and held the

her milk, Mark watched

observed them quietly, feeling

back for some time, taking control of the company and making bold and decisive decisions, which contrasted with the gentle and loving

a stark difference from the Mark

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