Mark's car pulled away from the hospital at a cautious pace, the urgency palpable yet controlled.

Meanwhile, a taxi halted at the hospital entrance, and a little boy emerged.

Backpack slung over his shoulders, he scampered toward the in-patient department.

He searched intently, floor after floor.

At last, in a VIP ward, he found who he was searching for.

Laura was a sight to behold.

She bore the best of Cathy's features, her skin rivaling Olivia's porcelain perfection.

Currently, Laura, encased in plaster, leaned against the bed's headboard, lost in her drawing.

Her sketchbook was nearly full.

In it, a wedding dress, the epitome of elegance, took shape under her crayon, modeled by a stunning woman...

Laura's hand, guided by a heart full of dreams, moved diligently.

Peter and his wife had always assumed the woman in Laura's drawings was Cathy since Cathy loomed large in Laura's memories. But Laura never told anyone it was Cecilia she was sketching.

Laura understood Mark's marriage never happened because of her.

Cecilia never even got to wear her wedding gown.

Forever crafting stunning wedding dresses in her sketches, Laura dreamed of becoming a designer. She harbored the hope of presenting Cecilia with one of her designs someday.

That way, she thought, Cecilia wouldn't hold a grudge against Mark.

When Edwin spotted Laura from the doorway, his gaze also fell upon the wedding sketches. A fierce anger ignited in his eyes.

He mistook the woman for Cathy as well.

Marching up to Laura, Edwin did something he'd never done before--he lost his temper and ripped her sketchbook apart.

That sketchbook was a collection of Laura's artistic endeavors, spanning two years.