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

I had a lot

understood the situation and leaned on her father’s

issue of it with the

bottle of warm milk with the other, and sat down on the

milk and held the bottle with both

her milk, Mark watched her

them quietly, feeling

making bold and decisive decisions, which contrasted with the gentle and loving demeanor he displayed

a stark difference from the Mark Waylen

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