He still looked frail and pale. Why hadn't he recovered yet?

Following her gaze, Mark looked at his own attire and said with self-mockery, “I had a bit too much to drink at the party and ended up in the hospital for a week. You..."

Peter stepped forward with a smile and suggested, "There are many people here. How about we find a quieter place to talk?"

Mark glanced at Cecilia.

Cecilia wasn't naive. Mark's reaction revealed that he had been aware of her pregnancy for some time now.

However, four months had passed, and he hadn't mentioned it.

He hadn't fought for their marriage. Also, he had swiftly signed the divorce papers. Maybe he also believed that they weren't right for each other.

If he could come to terms with it, there was nothing for her to miss.

Cecilia forced a smile.

"Sure."

The hospital was exceptionally upscale, complete with a coffee shop on the lower floor.

They found a table, ordered water, and Peter wisely sat at another table.

Cecilia held her glass and asked softly, "You already knew, didn't you?"

Mark didn't deny it.

He replied, "I found out the last time I was in the hospital."

"So, you came to my apartment because you knew about this child?"

Cecilia asked quietly.

Mark looked at her intently.

She had been pregnant for five months, and while her belly had grown bigger, she hadn't gained much weight.

It was evident that her life was not going well.