Waylen offered her a tissue and said, “Wipe your face. Tears don't suit young ladies like you."

Cecilia managed a smile, but it looked more pained than crying.

Waylen hadn't informed Mark or Peter. So Mark had no idea that Waylen would be visiting. Mark was propped up against the head of the bed, engrossed in reading documents.

The room was silent, and there were stacks of thick folders on the nightstand.

Peter advised, "You've been poring over those documents for four hours. It's time to rest. Dr. Clarke will scold you if you keep this up."

Mark still kept his focus on the documents.

He said, "He's always been a bit of a nag. Handle him for me. I need to review these documents. The company is just starting, and there are many challenges ahead.”

Suddenly, Mark's expression changed.

He said softly, "Cecilia has been by my side for so long, and now we have two children. I can't leave without leaving anything behind."

Peter felt a deep sadness hearing this.

At the door, Cecilia was even more heartbroken.

She knew that Mark was conveying his final wishes, with no hope for the future.

Peter noticed Cecilia's presence.

After a brief pause, he quickly composed himself and said, "Cecilia, what brings you here? Come inside and take a seat. Mr. Evans was just talking about you."

Cecilia's gaze remained fixed on Mark.

He knew that he could no longer hide the truth.

Waylen, standing at the door, said, "Mark, I told her. She deserves to know."

Mark's gaze was profound.

After a while, he said, "Peter, why don't you go have a cup of coffee with Waylen?"

Peter smiled faintly and agreed, "Okay."