Despite lacking a marriage certificate, Mark resided in a villa in

Duefron with Cecilia, making their lives akin to that of a typical married couple.

Cecilia had thought about inviting Zoey over since Mark was still advancing his career in these years.

Mark had just wrapped up a business meeting on his end.

His suit in tow, he took the lead, with Peter and two additional assistants trailing behind.

Mark spoke in a hushed tone.

"I will come back. But it may be a little late."

Cecilia gave a confirming nod. She planned to have a conversation with Mark about inviting Zoey over once he returned. Zoey was left alone at home while Mark took care of business in Duefron. Even with several servants with Zoey, Cecilia felt it would be better if Zoey could enjoy their company here.

With that, she ended the call.

Vera teased with a grin, "You seem to grow up a lot."

Cecilia's cheeks warmed with a shy flush.

After Mark disconnected the call, when he lifted his gaze, he spotted someone he hadn't anticipated. It was Cathy.

Cathy approached in a bit of disarray, like a flustered mouse.

Instinctively, Peter stepped forward and addressed her with a steady composure, "Miss Wilson!"

Cathy, with a mix of begging and urgency, called out, “Mark! I need to speak with you."

Mark had an inkling of the topic she was inching toward. Glancing at his watch, he responded with cool detachment, "Cathy, the moment you used Laura as a pawn and intentionally caused her pneumonia, you forfeited your right as her mother. Perhaps you've never held affection for her since you were pregnant."

Cathy's complexion lost its color.

In a futile attempt, she reached for Mark's hand but failed.

The man who once cherished her now regarded her as a_ mere acquaintance. She couldn't accept it.

With a faint smile, Cathy challenged him, "Mark, do you really want to drive me into a corner? I've lost my career, my family, and much more. And now my child as well?"