He missed her, and his gaze lingered on her for a while.

With a faint smile, he replied, "You know, it's an old problem.”

Lina wanted to say something, but Mark softly interjected, “Let's return to the ward."

Lina stood there in a daze and Mark had to raise his voice.

“Let's go!"

Then he walked away, leaving Cecilia feeling a bit melancholic.

It was a complex and painful situation for both of them.

On the other side, Mark walked away quickly, despite the excruciating pain he felt coursing through his body. When he reached his ward, he was already out of breath.

Zoey was inside.

She was slicing fruits, half for her son and half for Rena.

She was surprised to see Mark return.

“Weren't you going for a walk? Why are you back so soon?" Although she said that, she approached to support him.

The pain in Mark's body intensified.

As he lay on the bed, the simple movement was more painful than death.

He gazed at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts.

Mark was an experienced man with his fair share of life, and he knew hadn't been himself lately because he couldn't accept the fact that he had lost Cecilia.

Cecilia... Cecilia Fowler.

He had lost that innocent and beautiful soul.

Mark had never felt so despondent before.

He remained silent, and his proactive approach to treatment seemed to diminish.