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Occasionally, Mark received private calls but he declined any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as he deemed them unsuitable for her.
Cecilia inquired about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not appropriate for a young girl.
However, he gave her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting her judgment.
During their free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the sweetest time of their lives.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen each other for several days.
Despite the distance, Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like a little girl.
In the background, a faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound of Juliette crying.
Concerned, Mark couldn’t help but inquire, “What’s wrong?”
Hushing her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll go downstairs to check.”
After ending the call, Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping mother and father.
The scene left Cecilia stunned.
Juliette, amidst her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and have a look!”
Cecilia ran downstairs, her heart pounding.
Waylen revealed the photo to Cecilia.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was a picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made her utterly adorable like a baby doll.
Enthralled by the image, Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks just like Rena!”
Overcome with joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe and sound and so pretty.
Korbyn, though teary-eyed, maintained his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would dare marry her when she grows up.”
Juliette cast a gentle yet reproachful glance at her husband.
Korbyn’s voice softened, attempting to console her. “Look, our granddaughter is perfectly fine. You don’t need to cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his capabilities, will provide us with a troop of grandchildren.”
Cecilia couldn’t help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding pig?”
Her words elicited a laugh from Korbyn.