Waylen withheld nothing from Mark.

A faint smile graced his lips.

Mark, for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

He took a sip of tea to mask his emotions.

Waylen casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further mishaps.

Mark discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s words.

Coincidentally, Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him.

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his father.

Mark’s touch tenderly graced his son’s head.

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Edwin, his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with me?”

unspoken,

his lap, retrieved a candy

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

bask in the joy of making his

to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his

struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and

talk

disappointment graced

obediently ascended

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

years old, Edwin already yearned for

father, Mark had failed to spend more

even promise him a

Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil

in the intricacies between Mark

attachment was complex, after

lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea

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