The assistant stared at Cecilia, blinking in surprise.

Cecilia stood up and went to the children's room to wake up the two children. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to Zameau now. She fully intended in following up her words.

She was going to take the two children to see Mark.

Mark probably missed the kids as well.

After an hour, the private plane arrived at Zameau.

Cecilia took her two children to the hospital where Mark was.

Once they arrived, Peter met them by the door.

Seeing the look on Cecilia's face, Peter quickly said, "Fortunately.

Mr. Evans was able to catch it early and sense that something was wrong. Otherwise, who knows what could've happened to him?"

Cecilia pursed her Lips.

Peter softened his tone and continued, “Don't worry. Mr. Evans is fine now. He just needs to be on a drip for a few days.”

Cecilia balled her hand into a fist and asked, "Where's Elaine?"

At this point, Peter's tone turned cold.

"She's in the detention center right now. I've reminded the officers there to show her no mercy."

Cecilia eased the door open, finding Mark engrossed in a call; probably hashing things out with the higher-ups from the company.

He wore a focused expression, but that changed as soon as he ended the call.

Spotting Cecilia and the kids, a gentle warmth spread across his features.

"Come here," he beckoned softly.

Little Olivia, with her innocent and limited grasp of the world, toddled over.

Struggling to climb the tall bed, she faltered. Not missing a beat, Mark scooped her up, planting a kiss on her forehead.