This revelation was a weight off Peterâs shoulders.
After the call, Peter turned to Mark, his words rushed.
âEdwinâs at the hospital.
Howâd he wind up there?â
Mark figured Edwin must have overheard his phone chat.
In a flurry, he looped back, ringing Cecilia to relay the news.
Relief washed over Mark.
Then, he made a beeline for the hospital.
In the room, Lina busied herself tidying the floor, while Laura sat on the bed, lost in thought.
Edwin was a mix of remorse and resentment.
Mark entered, approached Edwin with measured steps, and planted himself before the boy.
Edwin lifted his gaze to meet Markâs.
With a voice rough with emotion, Mark asked, âWhyâd you lash out like that?â
Edwinâs lips tightened.
âYou expect me to say sorry to her?â
Mark reeled.
His heart twisted⦠Sure, Edwin was in the wrong, but wasnât Mark the real cau
se?
For a beat, Mark was stumped.
He yearned to guide Edwin right, but guilt shackled his words.
Peter, knowing Mark well, sidled up and murmured, âSort it out at home.
Take Edwin back first.
He probably hasnât eaten.
Heâs just a kid⦠Go easy on him.
â
Frustration simmering, Mark whisked Edwin away.
Peter chose to stay with Laura.
She clammed up, sitting there, a portrait of indignation, even after the rough treatment.
Peter fretted over her state.
In gentle tones, he offered, âIâll get you a new one, even prettier than before.
â