By the time she had arrived, Mark's fever had already subsided. He also seemed much better this morning.

Peter was very busy taking care of Mark. When he saw Rena, he almost burst in joy and cried, “Rena, you're here!"

Mark was sitting up, his back resting against the head of the bed.

When he heard what Peter had said, Mark put on his coat and was about to get up.

But before he could leave the bed, Rena rushed to his side and gently pressed his shoulders down.

“Just stay there," she said sternly.

Mark didn't treat Rena as an outsider. He obediently did as he was told and leaned back against the head of the bed. Once he was back in his original position, Rena settled on the nearby sofa and started peeling an apple for him while looking around.

She had heard that there was a place where her uncle used to share with Cecilia.

However, this was the first time that she had ever come here.

Based on her initial impression, this place seemed really nice!

After cutting the apple into smaller pieces, she gave Mark a few of them.

"You look like a filial daughter right now," he said to her with a smile.

When he said that, the first person that came to Rena's mind was Cecilia.

“I'm only a year younger than Cecilia. Do you think she's old enough to be your child?"

The look on Mark's eyes communicated a myriad of emotions.

After a while, he pretended to act cool and asked, “How's she getting along with Thomas? I've seen him come to the Fowler's house twice. They're getting along pretty well, aren't they?"

Rena looked away and said nothing.

After all, she had promised to Waylen that neither of them would favor either Mark or Cecilia.

She simply gave a small smile.

While Mark remained silent, Peter blurted, "Oh, Rena! Don't keep us guessing! If you don't tell the truth, it will make Mr. Evans more anxious! It's not good for his condition!"