Edwin mumbled, "Girls always say one thing and mean another."

Mark offered a weak smile.

"You seem to know a lot."

He didn't feel the need to be bashful in front of his son when he did his business.

Edwin, however, blushed and turned his head away.

Mark, due to his age, had long shed any embarrassment.

After washing his hands, Mark exited the bathroom. Cecilia was already in the ward, eyeing the remaining half of the IV drip. She inquired, “Why did you remove it yourself?"

Mark leaned against the bed, his voice soft as he explained, “My body is swelling. I'd prefer something light to eat."

Cecilia nodded in understanding.

She went to the table and opened the thermos.

It had soup inside, and several side dishes were served as well.

“Rena brought these. She said you could have these when you woke up.”

Cecilia placed the dishes on the table and assisted Mark in shifting over. It took a few moments before Mark finally settled into his seat.

He began to eat, making his way through half a bowl of soup.

He paused, gazing at Cecilia with gentleness in his eyes as he inquired, “Isn't the film you were shooting out of town still unfinished?"

Cecilia hesitated to share the truth with him.

She replied vaguely, “I'll go back to work once you've recovered."

Mark was skeptical.

“There's a time limit for renting locations, Cecilia. I'm really fine."

Cecilia bit her lip, torn between her desire to stay with him and her professional commitments.