She glared at her husband.
“This isn’t Edwin’s fault. If it weren’t for you, he and Laura wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Clearly uncomfortable with his wife pointing out his faults, Mark frowned deeply.
While trying to apologize, he couldn’t help but add, “If it weren’t for that incident, our son might not even be with Laura now!”
Cecilia’s eyes blazed with anger.
Despite her advancing years, she still had a fiery temper.
She was cherished by her parents and loved dearly by Waylen and Rena, so sometimes she still acted like a spoiled brat when provoked.
In a huff, she stormed upstairs.
Mark called out to her, but she ignored him and quickened her pace.
He felt embarrassed but tried to maintain his composure in front of Waylen, Rena, and the younger ones.
“Don’t mind her,” he said dismissively.
“She’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.”
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Waylen, however, suggested, “Maybe you should go talk to her?”
Mark stubbed out his cigarette.
“Nah. We men don’t need to make a big deal out of it.”
Despite that, he headed upstairs the next second.
Waylen turned to Alexis and Leonel, his expression turning stern.
“Now, what’s going on with you two?”
Alexis, reclining casually, responded, “What could be going on? Dad, you’re comfortable in your life, unaware of others’ struggles. You and Mom can be lovey-dovey, but you begrudge us having a little fun?”
Waylen’s anger flared.
Rising to his feet, he pointed at her.
“Repeat that. What do you mean by ‘having a little fun’? With whom?”
Alexis stood up and silently mouthed two words— Leonel Douglas.
Marcus, lounging on the sofa, stroked his nose with amusement.