Occasionally, they'd cross paths at the hospital, but she'd pretend not to see him.

Watching her walk past him, Mark fell into deep thought.

Peter nudged him and said, "You must've taken advantage of her, so she's scared.”

With his hands in his pockets, Mark thought of the kiss that day. The little girl curled up in his arms, like a helpless kitten. Perhaps it was because she was angry at him that she pushed him away these days.

But instead of deterring him, it had the opposite effect.

Mark wanted Cecilia, and he knew it. Whenever he was dealing with Rena’s matter, he couldn't help but think about Cecilia and him.

He wondered if being together with her was possible.

He wanted to find a way out of the countless impossibilities.

But until now, Mark hadn't found a solution.

Waylen had made a big decision. He planned to secretly send Alexis to the lab for treatment in order to set Rena free.

Because of this, Mark had slapped Waylen in the face—twice.

Then, despite raising his reddened palm a third time, Mark couldn't bear to deliver another slap. He knew that it was difficult for Waylen to have made such a decision...

On the night Alexis was sent away, Mark drank a lot, and even Peter couldn't stop him. At last, the helpless Peter sought out Cecilia's help and begged her to persuade Mark.

"Mr. Evans has an important meeting tomorrow morning. If he keeps drinking like this, he might be too drunk to go."

Although Cecilia was unwilling at first, Peter begged her until she finally agreed.

Peter opened the door for her, but stayed outside. He explained, “I'll guard at the door.”

It was dark inside the small office.

It took a while before Cecilia's eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. She found Mark's silhouette slumped over the sofa, with several bottles of wine on the floor in front of him.

He probably heard her footsteps, so he raised his head to meet her worried gaze. Then he poured himself another glass.

"That's enough..."

She stepped forward and held his hand, preventing him from holding the glass.

Mark looked at her quietly with his bloodshot eyes. After a long time, he growled, “Get out."