He brought the dishes to the table.
He took a look at Edwin who was still on his knees.
Mark put down the tray and wiped his hands.
“Lunch is ready. You might not be hungry, but your sister might be. Do you want her to starve while keeping you company?”
Edwin glanced at his sister.
Olivia pointed at her open mouth and said, “Hungry.”
Edwin pursed his lips and then got up from the floor. He took Olivia by the hand and led her to the dining table.
He didn’t say a word, but he obviously wanted to hoist his sister up onto one of the chairs.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
But the eight-year-old Edwin wasn’t strong enough to give Little Olivia a boost.
With one hand, Mark lifted Olivia onto a seat. Then, he put a bib around her neck and began piling food onto the children’s plates.
Zoey came over and commented with a smile, “Wow. You’re like a real father now.”
Mark chanced a glance at Cecilia. She didn’t show any expression on her face. Mark muttered, “That’s not up to you, Mom. That’s for the mother of my children to decide.”
Ignoring Mark’s words, Cecilia ate silently.
It was already half past two in the afternoon when they finished eating.
Zoey took Edwin and Olivia away.
Mark went upstairs to have a talk with Cecilia.
About today’s incident, to be more specific, it was a conflict between the two children and Edwin’s one-sided roughness.
It was also the second time that Edwin had run away from home.
Mark was very worried.
Upstairs, Cecilia was sitting on the sofa by the window.
Obviously, she also wanted to talk to Mark.
Mark wanted to relax himself first, so he took a shower to get rid of the smell of the curry.
He changed into fresh clothes after taking a shower.
Cecilia looked at him.