Upon his return to the hospital, Mark's phone was flooded with 112 missed calls, primarily from the hospital and Peter.

Settling back into his room with an IV drip, he was soon joined by Zoey.

Her eyes held a blend of anger and concern.

“You might be ill, but that doesn't stop your escapades, does it? I swear I'll ground you the next time."

Mark's gaze shifted to Peter, their shared look hinting at an unspoken camaraderie.

Peter, however, seemed disinclined to come to Mark's defense.

Observing their silent exchange, Zoey's ire increased.

“Running around irresponsibly and expecting Peter to cover for you?"

Mark, engrossed in his phone, replied nonchalantly, “I just visited Cecilia, and cooked for her."

Zoey's demeanor shifted instantly at the mention of Cecilia.

Gracefully positioning herself on the sofa, Zoey beamed at her son.

“It seems you've finally learned to cherish your wife. Where's Cecilia? Why isn't she with you?"

Mark's lips curved upward.

"She's in Warsew."

Zoey's smile faltered.

She studied Mark intently for a moment, before ushering Peter outside the room.

The silence between Zoey and Peter was palpable.

Finally, Peter probed, “What's on your mind?"

Zoey, tapping her walking stick lightly, cheeks flushed, shared her concern.

“Given the age gap between Mark and Cecilia, coupled with his health, do you think it might strain their relationship?"