Mark had never seen her like this before.
Handing her the sandwich, he said with difficulty, âCecilia, letâs find our son first.
â
Cecilia asked, âWhere are we going to find him, Mark? Tell me, where can we find him? Itâs getting dark, and Edwin is afraid of the dark.
â
As she spoke, Cecilia leaned back in her chair and wept.
She couldnât bear to stay in the car any longer.
She opened the car door and ran into the brightly lit and bustling street.
âEdwin!â She cried out.
Her tears glistened in the lamplight, making her look incredibly vulnerable.
Mark embraced her from behind.
âPlease calm down, Cecilia.
â
âHow can I calm down?â
Suddenly, a resounding slap echoed in the dark night.
Cecilia slapped Mark across the face.
She was much younger than him.
She had always been obedient to him, but today she had slapped him.
The air turned deathly silent.
Mark was of high status.
Apart from Zoey, nobody had the audacity to slap him.
Mark was in a daze as he stared at Cecilia.
In that moment, she was no longer the naive girl who knew little of the world.
She, like him, was a parent, and since he had not been a good father, she had every right to unleash her anger on him.
Mark did not lose his temper.
He gently grabbed her hand and tenderly stroked it.
âEat something first, and then weâll continue searching for him.
â
âIT canât eat.
â
Cecilia pushed him away and staggered forward.
She was consumed by worry for Edwin, fearful that something terrible might have happened to him.
The night grew completely dark.