She left the baguettes on the ground and stumbled away.
Mark stood up and watched her retreating figure.
At the same time, Rena walked over slowly.
She held Edwinâs hand.
Edwin appeared composed, but his dark eyes were fixed on Mark.
It was as though Edwin feared that Mark might disappear again.
âUncle Mark!â Renaâs voice quivered slightly.
She looked up at Mark with admiration in her eyes.
Her voice carried a hint of impending tears.
Over the past two years, she had visited Rouemn more than 20 times.
She had witnessed Markâs most painful moments.
She knew how hard it had been for him to stand here today.
Thankfully, it was all over, and the future looked promising.
Mark gently patted Rena and bent down to look at Edwin.
He asked gently, âCan you take me to see your sister?â
Edwin still maintained his stoic expression.
Mark felt a pang in his heart.
He extended his hand to touch the little boyâs head, and said, âSilly boy.
â
Edwin pursed his Lips.
He replied, âShe is in momâs room.
â
Edwin led the way, moving briskly, his face displaying a touch of anger.
Mark felt a bit despondent.
Rena said softly, âHeâll come around soon.
â
Mark handed the baguettes to Rena and followed Edwin.
Edwin was still upset.
He led Mark to the second floor before rushing off to find Leonel.
Mark knocked on the door and entered.
He had been in this feminine bedroom countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an extra sweet scent that hung in the air.
Cecilia was standing on the terrace, her back turned to the Light, making it difficult for Mark to see her face clearly.
Mark quietly closed the bedroom door.