She hadn't found the answer yet.

Yet he had told her not to wait.

W she really waiting for him?

She didn't, not really. She had simply come over and anticipated that he would join her for her prenatal check-up like he promised.

She had simply thought about letting him pick their baby's name.

She had simply hoped her presence would provide him with the courage he needed to keep going.

But in the end, he left her behind once more.

Life offered a plethora of choices, but he never chose to stand by her, regardless of the circumstances--good or bad. Cecilia couldn't help but think that if she had been 18 years old again, she might have just rushed to him without hesitation.

However, she was over 30 years old now.

She had more to take into consideration, especially since she was mother now.

But he just left.

No one seemed more heartless than Mark.

Ross sensed something amiss and was taken aback upon entering the ward.

"Miss Fowler, why are you crying?"

Cecilia gently wiped her tears away.

"I'm not crying," she said, her voice unsteady.

"My eyes hurt from the wind."

Ross observed the letter on the floor and picked it up carefully.

Cecilia slowly took the letter and ripped it to shreds. She managed a smile, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Ross, from now on, let's just forget about this man."