Mark walked over, sat opposite her, and asked softly, âAre you still blaming me?â
Cecilia shook her head slightly in response.
After that, silence reigned between the two of them.
After a while, Mark was the first to speak up.
âCecilia, about the matter of Cathyâ¦
Maybe both you and I have already let it go, but Edwin still remembers.
â
That was why Edwin was so rebellious today.
Cecilia didnât know how to talk to Mark.
However, Mark had already thought about it.
He stood up, half squatted in front of Cecilia, and said in a low, hoarse voice, âThere are two plans now.
The first is that I never see that child again, and the second is that⦠We take Edwin to a therapist.
â
Cecilia looked at Mark with wide eyes.
A small cry escaped her throat as tears flowed down her cheeks.
Mark held her hand.
He didnât try to comfort her or stop her.
He knew that she needed to have her reaction.
As Edwinâs parents, it would be difficult for them to accept that their son might be mentally ill.
A long time passed.
The sun had begun setting.
Its orange rays shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and gave the bedroom a golden glow, which brought out the gentleness in Ceciliaâs face.
She asked calmly, âWhatâs your decision, Mark?â
On one side was Markâs own son, and on the other side was Paulâs daughter.
What would Markâs choice be?
When Cecilia asked, she had an idea in her mind.
If Mark chose Laura this time, no matter how much Cecilia loved Mark, Cecilia would leave with Edwin and Olivia.
Cecilia wasnât that magnanimous.
Mark squeezed her hand and answered softly, âI will never go there again.
â
Sad and embarrassed, Cecilia turned away.
Cecilia didnât want to target Laura.
She knew that Laura was innocent, but life just sucked.
Cecilia also didnât want Edwin to see a therapist at such a young age.