Cathy's gaze held Mark in silence.

"A new family?" Lifting her injured hand, she asked, "Mark, be honest.

Who would want a woman with a broken hand? Would you want me?"

Mark recognized the inevitability of this confrontation.

The weariness from Cathy's constant presence was wearing on him.

Resting against the wall, he lit a cigarette, his voice a murmur, "No, I wouldn't want you. It's not about your broken hand. It's about me not having feelings for you anymore."

Cathy's eyes held a burning anger.

Why? Cathy believed she and Mark were a great fit, but he didn't share the same feelings.

Nevertheless, she had Laura, and that was something.

Cathy stopped arguing with Mark and instead waited silently, resembling worried parents. The doctor mistook Cathy for Mark's wife and addressed her as Mrs. Evans when he emerged from the operating room.

"The Little one's out of danger. You must watch over her carefully in the future. We can't allow this issue to happen again, especially since the child is still so young.”

Mark offered his gratitude to the doctor.

Now, the nurse escorted Laura straight to the VIP ward. Mark was about to visit Laura, and Cathy spoke slowly.

"Mark, see how others believe we make a great pair."

Mark's gaze was icy and frigid.

He smirked, saying, “Cathy, you haven't erased the memory of your fractured palm, have you?"

Cathy certainly hadn't let that memory fade.

For the sake of Cecilia, Mark intentionally harmed Cathy's hand, causing her to remain unforgiving.

Thankfully, Cathy had Laura. With this child, Mark would be shadowed by remorse.

Mark made his way to Laura's room.