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But after a while, she managed to calm herself down and then she said to Mark, “You’re Edwin’s father. Of course, you can always see him whenever you want. Since he’s now with you, you should take him to the kindergarten tomorrow morning.”
With this, Cecilia hung up the phone.
Then she bent over the steering wheel and cried her heart out.
She hated Mark so much right now.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Mark had put down his phone and let out a deep sigh.
Edwin raised his head and looked at his father. Initially, his eyes had been full of anticipation, but now, all he had was a long face with a moody expression.
He was not happy about the fact that his mother didn’t want to come.
Mark was also disappointed, but he didn’t want to make Edwin feel sad.
So he picked up the little boy and said to him, “Your mom needs to work. You’ll stay at my place today.”
There was a cake on the table.
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It was Mark’s birthday today and he had just been celebrating it with his son.
He felt Cecilia might have forgotten about his birthday. Even if she remembered, he didn’t think she would care about it.
Suddenly, Edwin looked around and said with a frown, “Dad’s birthday is too cold and cheerless.”
The poor child didn’t feel happy staying in this place.
He was also a little scared of Mark, which was not a surprise since they were not very close because they hardly ever spent much time together.
Mark was sad to hear his son say this.
He rubbed the little boy’s hair and asked him, “Don’t I have you with me?”
“Happy birthday,” Edwin reluctantly murmured.
Then he kept quiet.
Mark cut a piece of cake for him, but Edwin was not in the mood to eat. After holding the cake in his hand for a while, he said to his father, “ALL the kids are picked up and dropped off at school by their parents. Dad, is Mom going to divorce you? Is that why you don’t come to pick me up together anymore?”
Mark didn’t answer at first. Instead, he quietly cut a piece of cake for himself.
Usually, he didn’t eat these things, but today, he felt like having a bite.
But his son’s words had him thinking.