Chapter 779

Korbyn, holding Edwin in his arms, approached.

The little boy’s face glistened with perspiration, engrossed in his playful antics.

Korbyn retrieved a towel from a servant’s hand and gently wiped the sweat from Edwin’s forehead, cherishing the child in his embrace.

Initially, Zoey paid little mind to the scene, preoccupied with how to approach Korbyn in conversation.

However, upon casting a glance…

No.

Edwin’s cherubic countenance and his hair color bore a striking resemblance to Rena’s.

Upon closer inspection, he bore a striking resemblance of about 70% to Mark, particularly the subtle expressions etched between his eyebrows.

Zoey’s composure shattered in an instant…

Mark mirrored her reaction.

upon the child and a chill surged through

was the offspring

certain that the

aversion to the notion of family or children of

his demanding schedule had left him with little time for such

stood a

level, his voice tinged with a

informed Mark,

Mark’s fists clenched.

had given birth to

surged within Mark, compelling him to reach out

regarded him with a mixture of

even felt a certain level of

to his feet, a gradual and deliberate

very moment,

and scooped up

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