Chapter 1957 So Edwin was both headstrong and mindful of his sister.

Before Mark could get a word out, Edwin beat him to it.

“I messed up.

I'll take my lumps. But I'm not sorry.” Rage quivered in Mark's chest.

Damn.

ago, Mark, unbridled, would've spanked Edwin without

confidence

her cherished grandson on his knees, her worry surged, and she tried to hoist him up.

hazy memory crossed

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the verge of

crying. So

whirled on Mark, her words a heated

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