During this time, Ceciliaâs visits provided him with solace.
She visited for prenatal check-ups once every two weeks, and the she would stopped by and visit.
Her interactions with Mark were brief, as she typically spent only a short while sitting with him before leaving.
Nevertheless, this was more than enough for Mark.
One day, Cecilia brought Edwin to visit Mark.
While she went for her prenatal check-up, Edwin was brought to the ward by the nanny.
The little boy gently pushed open the door and peeked inside.
Mark looked up and noticed Edwinâs presence.
In a gentle, hushed tone, he asked, âWhy donât you come in?â
Edwin softly closed the door behind him and made his way to the bedside.
He crawled onto the bed and nestled against Mark, resting his head on Markâs shoulder.
Mark felt a pang of sadness.
Perhaps Edwin had sensed something was wrong.
Mark gently stroked his sonâs head and asked, âYou donât call me âgreat-uncleâ anymore?â
Edwin was on the brink of tears and sniffled.
In a hoarse voice, he exclaimed, âDad!â
Mark mustered a faint smile and scolded, âSilly boy.
â
As children often did, Edwin wore his heart on his sleeve.
He held Markâs hand and whispered, âDad⦠I donât blame you anymore.
Get better soon, okay?â
Even if it meant giving up his dad for Laura, Edwin was willing to do it.
He couldnât bear the thought of his fatherâs death.
Tears welled up in Markâs eyes.
In the latter half of his life, Mark, who had enjoyed a carefree existence in his earlier years, had failed many people.
Edwin was the person Mark had wronged the most.
Holding back his tears, Mark hugged his son and assured him, âI promise you.
â
Edwin nestled closer to Mark, possibly exhausted, and soon fell asleep.
Mark gazed at his sonâs face for a while.
A voice emanated from the door, presumably Ceciliaâs.
Mark got out of bed and walked to the door.
He was taken aback.
In the corridor, not only Cecilia but also Albert stood there.