But his silence was enough for Mark to conclude that the result was really not good.

He took a long drag on his cigarette, and then stubbed it out.

Looking at the silent man in front of him, he said in a hoarse voice, “Waylen, since I was a child, I've always believed that every bullet has its billet. But still, I can't bear to part with them."

The thought of parting with Cecilia, Edwin and his unborn child was too much for Mark to bear.

He just couldn't allow himself to die and leave them behind.