Chapter 1969 “Let me see Edwin first,” was all he said.

The servant trailed behind Mark.

Upon entering, Mark's eyes met with Edwin, sprawled on the bed, his little face flushed.

A thermometer was perched at the bed's head.

Scooping it up, Mark placed it under the boy's armpit, his voice edged with concern.

did his fever get?” “39 degrees Celsius,”

A lump formed in

Maybe it was the coolness of his hand, but Edwin seemed to find solace there, nuzzling closer the

warbling tone, Edwin whispered,

she corrected, “Edwin, sweetheart, you're mistaken. This is your father.” But clarity didn't return to Edwin's

cradle of Mark's hand, he murmured again, “Great uncle.” A pang of sorrow struck Mark's

grappling with his turmoil, he summoned every ounce of gentleness, caressing Edwin's feverish brow before easing the thermometer from its

verdict was as

forehead,

storm raging, venturing out

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