But at this time, Cecilia said gently, âI think Waylen is right, Dad.
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Waylen smirked and shrugged with satisfaction.
Tears welled up in Ceciliaâs eyes.
She said, âI care too much, and itâs just hurting me.
â
Waylen handed over Olivia to Korbyn, stood up, and drawled, âI should go.
Otherwise, your sister-in-law will think Iâm attending to some monkey business.
You know how suspicious she gets.
Remember, Cecilia, you have to make a man pursue you.
Stop making all the effort.
Mark has hands and feet, and heâs not too old to run.
Make him.
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Waylen believed this was all Markâs fault.
He didnât have Alzheimerâs.
He didnât forget that he went to the hospital to visit Laura a few years ago and lost Edwin for the first time.
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Despite everything, Mark still went to see Laura this time.
There were things Mark just couldnât do even if Cecilia said yes.
Besides, did he tell Edwin about that?
Waylen clearly remembered that year.
It was New Yearâs Eve.
It was snowing.
Edwin had been sitting on the porch.
Watching the snow fall outside, Edwin had waited patiently for Mark.
Edwin just wanted to hear Mark call him a silly boy again.
Edwin was only eight years old, but Mark had already put the poor little
boy through enough heartbreak to last a lifetime.
Mark wasnât a good father, and he had to make it up to not only just Cecilia but also Edwin.
Waylen had said enough.
He came here without telling Rena so he had to leave now.
After Waylen left, Korbyn looked at his beloved daughter.
Korbyn cleared his throat and started, âIt seems that⦠It seems that your brother is right.
â
Cecilia nodded in response.
She and Mark got back together too soon, and the feeling of falling in love all over again was so sweet that they forgot about Edwin.