With her smile still intact, Rena tucked Mark in.

Then, with a smile, she said, "Uncle Mark, you're so smart. I don't think you need me to answer that question. You know what you should do. You've been so magnanimous that even Waylen is surprised."

Peter understood what she had meant by that.

Mark, on the other hand, simply smiled.

Suddenly, Rena's face turned serious. She said softly, "The most important thing right now is for you to take good care of your body.

Otherwise, you might end up hurting Cecilia again. Do you want that to happen?"

Rena's tone carried a slight hint of reproach.

She chastised him for going out of his way just for a moment of alone with her last night.

Mark swallowed hard as he looked away and uttered, I won't do that again."

Rena pouted her Lips and didn't say anything more. Both of them were smart people-they didn't need to be explicit with their words for them to understand each other.

Rena stayed for two hours and cooked lunch for Mark.

After she left, Mark had Lunch and felt much better.

He sat quietly on the sofa in the living room and read the newspaper.

After taking a nap at noon, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number flashing.

With furrowed brows, Mark answered the phone.

“This is Mark," he said.

No one was speaking on the other line. ALL Mark could hear was the sound of someone hyperventilating.

Mark patiently waited for the other person to speak.

After a while, he figured out who it was. His tone softened as he asked, “Edwin, is that you?"