Cecilia felt a deep sadness.

Mark felt a sense of guilt and regret.

Cecilia wiped her tears, raised her head, and asked, "Do you think that I'll forgive you just because you're leaving behind billions of dollars? No, I won't. The only thing I'll always remember is that you left me behind time and time again."

Mark couldn't control his emotions.

He stepped forward to embrace her, even though he knew he had no right to.

"Cecilia, stop crying. I haven't given up. I'm in therapy. I still want to see our daughter born, Edwin growing up, getting married, and having children of his own."

Cecilia wasn't having it.

She pushed him away and sneered.

“Mark, do you think I'm foolish?"

Everything he said was meant to console her.

But deep down, he had already given up.

The two of them remained emotionally distant, despite being just a step away.

Mark stared at Cecilia, who regained her composure and said, “Mark, there's too much going on between us. If you die, it won't just be me who's saddened. Think about Zoey and Rena. Think about who they can rely on. If you're a man, you'll keep on living. And I don't owe you my affection. I won't promise to be with you when you recover.

The only promise I can make is that our daughter will call you 'Dad,' and her last name will be Evans. We can discuss her first name after she's born. So you better start thinking of a name now."

This marked the first time Cecilia had been so assertive.

But then she grew apprehensive, fearing Mark's reaction. She opened the door and fled after making her declaration.

Waylen and Peter, who were smoking by the door, immediately extinguished their cigarettes upon seeing Cecilia.

Both looked taken aback.

Peter smiled awkwardly and went inside, while Waylen grinned and said, "You were quite assertive. I didn't see that coming.”

Cecilia blushed.