Mark felt a pang of sadness.
âI understand.
â
Korbyn waved his hand.
There was a tinge of sorrow in his expression, but he had something important to say.
âSheâs been doted on since childhood.
All her hardships trace back to you.
As a father, I canât say much because she cares for you deeply.
Of course, youâve made numerous sacrifices for her.
Mark, Iâm not asking for anything else at this moment.
I just wish you could be there for her a while longer.
â
Having spoken those words, Korbyn turned away.
His eyes glistened with moisture.
His beloved daughter was barely in her early thirties.
Mark, considerably older and plagued by frail health, weighed heavily on Korbynâs heart.
But what options did Korbyn have?
Mark sat in contemplative silence for an extended period, grappling with the very concerns that had been voiced by Korbyn.
If Mark werenât somewhat self-centered, how could he muster the courage?
After a prolonged pause, Mark uttered in a raspy voice, âPlease, donât worry.
â
Korbyn wiped away his tears discreetly and spun around with renewed determination.
âWhy should I? You two just live a fulfilling life and raise the two children.
I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise.
He inherits his personality from the Evans family.
â
Mark fell silent.
The two of them engaged in a brief discussion regarding some business affairs.
Upon Markâs descent, Rena grasped Edwinâs hand, while Cecilia cradled Olivia in her embrace.
As soon as Olivia spotted Mark, she stretched out her arms.
âDaddy!â
Mark advanced and scooped up his daughter, a suitcase in his other hand.
He cast a gentle gaze at Cecilia and uttered, âYou take the wheel.
â
Cecilia nodded in agreement.