They were in the hospital ward, and someone, perhaps a nurse, could walk in at any moment. Hence, Cecilia was trying not to get into a quarrel with Mark.

But nonetheless, she understood the situation.

She already knew that it would not be easy at all for her to get a divorce.

"Well, let's stop this blame game," she said with a shrug as she played with a lock of her long hair.

"I have something to deal with this afternoon. So let's just hurry up and finish Edwin's discharge procedures."

With that, she turned around and made to walk out of the ward.

But Mark grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes.

“At least, let me drive you guys home," he offered.

Cecilia looked back at him but said nothing in response.

Mark swallowed and went on in a gentle tone, "I admit I didn't do well and I know you don't want to talk to me anymore, but I'm Edwin's father. It's impossible for you to keep him away from me, you know."

Cecilia knew exactly what was on Mark's mind.

He just wanted to break down her walls and slowly soften her heart so that she would accept him again.

But what he didn't know was that her heart was already dead.

"Whatever," she scoffed and shook off his hand.

Peter was the one who eventually went through the discharge formalities. When he was done, he came to Cecilia and said with a smile, "What a pity! I have something to deal with at the company.

But I think Mr. Evans can drive you home."

In fact, Mark was already seated in the driver seat while Edwin was in the back seat.

Cecilia had no choice but to get in. She sat in the back seat with her son and told Mark the address of their destination.

But Mark turned to look at her and asked, "Don't you want to sit in the front?"

Cecilia turned her face away and said, “People change with time."