After what seemed like hours, she broke the silence.

"In a few days, take me to Duefron. Just the two of us. I want to visit Reina's grave; it's been too Long."

Tears threatened to spill from Mark's eyes.

“Of course," he responded softly.

“Once I sort a few things out, we'll leave immediately. Rest assured, Waylen has been quite considerate and made all the arrangements, and Eloise will check in on her from time to time."

Zoey's face softened.

"Eloise has a heart of gold."

The night deepened, and Mark eventually took his leave.

Alone in her room, Zoey reflected on her life.

While fate had robbed her of precious loved ones, it had also graced her with blessings.

To Zoey, Cecilia wasn't just Mark's wife; she was a god-sent gift.

With Mark's once uncertain future now stable and Edwin ready to uphold the Evans legacy, not to mention the delightful presence of Olivia, Zoey felt a sense of completion.

Months later, in October, the sun glinted off the wings of a plane destined for Masrea at Duefron's international airport.

On the ground, Mark, Cecilia, Waylen, and Rena watched as the aircraft soared into the blue expanse.

Cecilia struggled to hold back her tears.

Mark gently chided her, "We promised each other no tears, remember?"

Cecilia looked away, trying to regain her composure.

Waylen shot a disapproving glance at his emotional sister.

Cecilia was often emotional, and Mark always knew how to comfort her.

Their dynamics made Waylen want to chuckle, but a stern look from Rena made him hold back.