After a moment, she feigned resolve and declared, “I can put a pause on the shooting for a few days as I still have that influence.

They'll understand."

In the past, Mark might have believed her words.

However, he knew Cecilia had changed and valued her career dearly now.

Mark, ever the perceptive man, understood that there might not even be a crew for her to return to at the moment, so he chose not to press the matter further.

Cecilia ladled more soup into his bowl, urging, "Have some more. You need it."

Mark fixed his gaze on her.

Cecilia's cheeks flushed crimson in his presence, especially with Edwin at her side. She found it challenging to withstand Mark's intense scrutiny.

Mark offered a warm smile and dutifully consumed more soup.

It seemed to reinvigorate him.

Though he was still somewhat limited in his movements, his fever had subsided. He leaned against the bed and played with Olivia, who was now awake and lively.

The bed was quite spacious.

Olivia cheerfully explored all four corners of it, treating the space like her own personal playground. Mark, in good spirits, allowed the little girl to roam freely.

Eventually, Olivia flung herself into her father's welcoming arms.

Edwin handed her a bottle filled with milk.

Olivia settled in comfortably for her feed.

Mark tenderly caressed Olivia's face, a warm feeling swelling in his heart.

In the earlier part of his life, Mark had amassed fame and fortune.

However, he then suffered an illness that nearly cost him his life.

In those trying times, he had never envisioned such a day.