Catching his breath, Mark turned to Peter and instructed, “Tell the guards at the gate to stop her!”


    At this time, Cathy had just caught up with Mark, holding a little girl in her arms.


    Peter shot Cathy a conflicted look before he looked down at his phone and dialed a number.


    After saying a few words, he looked up at Mark and said, “Miss Fowler drove her own car and left as soon as she could!”


    Suddenly, a shadow passed over Mark’s face, making his expression appear grimmer.


    With a frazzled look, Mark ran straight to the door. His demeanor now was aplete departure from how he wasmonly perceived. It marked the first time that people had seen him lose his cool.


    Peter was supposed to follow Mark, but he chose to remain here.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    He kept his eyes fixed on Cathy as well as the little girl she was holding.


    This little girl was actually Cathy’s and Paul’s daughter.


    No one had expected this from Cathy. Cathy was supposed to have been transferred to Tashkao.


    However, on the day before the event, Cathy brought a child with her and said that she wanted to see Mark.


    As soon as Mark saw the child, his jaw fell to the floor.


    Peter was certain that nothing inappropriate was happening between Mark and Cathy.


    Then, Cathy rified and exined that the child belonged to Paul.


    “Mark, had you not been in love with Cecilia and canceled the task,


    Paul and his wife wouldn’t have died!” she shouted at him.


    “You’re indirectly responsible for their deaths! Don’t bother to know how this child came to be. All you need to know is that she’s my child and Paul’s.”


    At that moment, Mark was clenching his fists so hard his nails had dug into his palms. He wanted to strangle Cathy so badly!


    How could she do such a thing? How could she use a child, a Living person, as a tool to guilt-trip him?


    Peter was aware of all this, and just thinking about it was enough to make him seethe in anger.


    With sharp eyes filled with disdain, Peter uttered, “Even if Mr. Evans allows you to stay in Czanch because of this child, that doesn’t change anything! He doesn’t love you. Whatever you do, nothing is going to change that fact.”


    Hearing this, Cathy’s countenance darkened.


    Meanwhile, Mark managed to catch up with Cecilia at the airport.


    It was alreadyte at night, and Cecilia was quietly sitting in the departure lounge. Edwin had fallen asleep on Cecilia’sp. From the looks of his face, he seemed exhausted. Under the light, Cecilia’s eyshes appeared wet, indicating that she had cried.