She pondered, even despite their separation, she wished for the robust Mr. Evans she once knew.

One thing she didn't know was that the whole time she lingered at the aisle's end, mirrored the duration Mark spent standing at the ward's door and watching her.

He hadn't divulged it just now.

Since local treatment wasn't enough anymore, he had to seek medical help abroad.

This was why he wanted to accompany her for a prenatal check-up before he had to leave.

Cecilia descended the stairs.

Albert, despite their strained relationship, immediately stepped out of the car and opened the door for her as she approached.

"Wow... Shouldn't you be delighted to meet your old lover?

Why the red eyes?" he remarked.

Cecilia settled into the back seat and retorted, "It's none of your business."

Albert fastened his seat belt and glanced back.

"Do you think I willingly involve myself in your affairs? It was your sister-in-law who asked me to keep an eye on you. She was worried you'd be upset and might experience abdominal pain. Frankly, I don't get you. Don't you both care for each other? And now you're pregnant. It would be a pity if he doesn't make it.”

Cecilia had no desire to talk to Albert.

He pressed on the accelerator and continued, “In my opinion, you should have him by your side; make sure to torture him and make him feel the pain... Truth be told, he's quite handsome, not any less than your arrogant brother."

Cecilia wiped her tears away, trying to compose herself.

“Albert, are you still up for dinner?" she asked.

Of course, Albert wanted to. Even though he knew Rena wouldn't accept him, he felt it would still be nice for him to check on her every once in a while.

As a result, they headed to the villa.

But all Albert observed that evening was Cecilia's tears, her sorrow palpable in every moment.

Two weeks later, Ross accompanied Cecilia to her prenatal appointment.