She hadn't slept all night, unwilling to close her eyes even for a moment .

The thought that Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye haunted her.

She gently placed Mark's hand on her warm cheek and stared at him, her gaze unwavering.

Peter was on his way to the ward.

However, he changed his mind upon witnessing this intimate scene and quietly withdrew.

"Mark, please get better."

Cecilia's voice was almost a whisper.

Mark had been in deep slumber for a long time. An entire day had gone by, yet he showed no signs of waking up.

Cecilia's anxiety grew, and she persistently sought answers. The doctor, in a patient tone, explained, “He's been under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in quite some time. This prolonged sleep is his way of catching up on that.

He'll awaken when he's had enough."

While Cecilia felt some relief at the doctor's explanation, she remained worried.

Waylen came to visit Mark, accompanied by Rena.

Observing his sister's forlorn expression, Waylen couldn't help but sigh.

"He really caught me off guard this time."

Mark had always been a meticulous and cautious individual.

In Cecilia's apartment, there was likely a supply of basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down and resort to administering the medicine herself.

Although Mark could issue instructions over the phone, he chose to take the risk himself.

Waylen whispered, "Turns out he can be quite impulsive at times."

While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in conversation, Rena attentively attended to Mark.

Rena tenderly wiped Mark's forehead, her expression filled with care and concern.