She didn't utter another word.

Mark felt a wave of frustration engulfing him. At that moment, he was at a loss for words, unsure how to explain things to Cecilia.

Regardless of his reasons, they couldn't alter the fact that she was left alone to deal with Edwin's illness.

Mark hurriedly made his way to the hospital.

Peter had reached the hospital ahead of him. Drenched in sweat, Peter approached as Mark arrived.

“At last, you're here."

Mark's complexion was ghostly as he paced toward the operating room...

*

Cecilia lingered in the hallway.

The lighting was dim, and she bowed her head, making it difficult to discern her expression.

Zoey stood to one side, leaning on a cane.

Mark approached and greeted, "Mom."

Zoey sneered, “Well, here's the father of the kid in the operating room."

Mark said with bitterness, "Please, no sarcasm right now. How is

Edwin doing?"

Zoey didn't respond to Mark's inquiry.

With a gentle and composed tone, Cecilia said, “Edwin is undergoing a minor surgery. However, he felt anxious and repeatedly inquired if his father had returned for him."

Then, Cecilia directed her gaze at Mark.

There was a chill of aloofness in her beautiful eyes, tinged with a shadow of disappointment.

Mark stepped closer, resting his hand on her slender shoulder.