Zoey rose from her seat, resolute in her decision.
Rena’s role in the situation was the most delicate. She then held Edwin’s hand and whisked him away for some playful distraction.
With the child out of the picture, Zoey found herself in a better position to act.
In Zoey’s presence, Mark acquiesced to her wishes.
In a stern tone, Zoey addressed her son, “Mark, the Fowler and Evans families are connected through marriage, and Cecilia is your junior. She used to address you as Uncle Mark… How could you treat her like this? Now that your child has grown up, we’ve only learnt of his existence. Is this how I taught you to behave since you were a child?”
With a face filled with shame, Mark replied, “I’m sorry, Mom.”
Zoey waved her hand and said, “Your apology should be directed to their daughter. I shouldn’t have to instruct you on what to do, should I?”
Mark hesitated for a moment.
Then, without hesitation, he softly knelt in front of Korbyn and Juliette.
Korbyn and Juliette were taken aback.
They hadn’t expected Mark to be so direct.
Being a man of his stature, he rarely gave in. To see him kneeling down like this was an odd sight.
Korbyn wasn’t unreasonable.
He knew his daughter well. If Cecilia didn’t truly care for Mark, how could she endure the secrecy of giving birth to Edwin and raising him alone?
Moreover, Waylen had already fought with Mark.
Korbyn glanced at his wife, unsure of what to say, seeking her guidance.
Juliette didn’t want to escalate things with Mark. She assisted him back up and said politely, “After all, you and Cecilia have Edwin now. As for the future, you can discuss it between yourselves.”
Zoey felt even more ashamed.
Waylen turned to his sister and asked, “Cecilia, what do you think?”
Cecilia gazed at Mark with composure.
He returned her gaze.
She knew in her heart that with Edwin in the picture, he couldn’t claim they were incompatible anymore… He seemed willing to marry her with the families’ efforts combined.
But she didn’t want that.
Why would she agree to such an arrangement?