Mark responded with indifference, "She's my fiancée."

With that, he exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation with Cathy.

Cathy stood rooted in shock for a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought to visit her.”

Mark came to a halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura was born? Did you ever love Paul?"

Cathy found herself at a loss for words.

Her lips quivered as she confessed, “I only loved one man in my Life.”

Mark didn't want to say anything more. He headed straight for the elevator.

He took the wheel and quickly made his way to the hospital.

Upon entering Edwin's ward, he found the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were nowhere in sight.

Mark questioned urgently.

The nurse informed him, "This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She's likely at the airport by now."

Mr. Folwer? Mark had a hunch that it might be Waylen.

Without delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia's number once in his car.

Cecilia picked up the call, and after a brief pause, he gently inquired, “Why didn't you wait for me to give you a ride? Are you at the airport now? I'm on my way."

"There's no need." Cecilia's voice came through, "We're about to board the private plane.”

As Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue washed over him.

“Cecilia, be sensible. If something's bothering you, let's discuss it. Let's talk it through. Please, don't act rashly, alright?"

A soft exhale could be heard from the other side of the call.

Then, after a pause, Cecilia's voice, thick with emotion, carried over, "Mr. Evans, maybe you can't see it, being so close to it all.

However, I developed a fear of death a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child and even request that I be mature and forgiving."