She sensed the weight of his thoughts.


    At that moment, an indescribable ache gripped Cecilia’s heart.


    It was as if the confident andposed Uncle Mark she had admired had disappeared.


    He was just an ordinary man now.


    He couldn’t even admit to feeling jealous.


    Cecilia’s voice caught in her throat.


    “I’m going back. Please take care of yourself.”


    Mark inquired, “When is your next prenatal check-up? I’lle with you.”


    Cecilia looked up at him.


    She spoke softly.


    “Thursday, two weeks from now, at nine in the morning.”


    Mark remained silent. He simply brushed his fingers gently through her hair, reminiscent of the past… At that moment, Mark seemed both like a guardian and a lover.


    No promises were exchanged between them.


    She didn’t assure him she would remain by his side once he recovered.


    And he didn’t bring up the topic of remarriage.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Their two children became their sole link.


    Cecilia exited the ward. A wave of sadness washed over her, and she wandered to the end of the corridor, standing there alone.


    For a long time, she let her tears flow freely.


    Due to Mark’s illness and the transformations this affliction had wrought upon him…


    She pondered, even despite their separation, she wished for the robust Mr. Evans she once knew.


    One thing she didn’t know was that the whole time she lingered at the aisle’s end, mirrored the duration Mark spent standing at the ward’s door and watching her.


    He hadn’t divulged it just now.


    Since local treatment wasn’t enough anymore, he had to seek medical help abroad.


    This was why he wanted to apany her for a prenatal check-up before he had to leave.


    Cecilia descended the stairs.