His subordinate Cathy alighted from the vehicle and approached him.

"Mr. Evans, is there a misunderstanding between you and Miss Fowler? Would you like me to clarify things for her?"

His heart sank.

Mark turned his head, instantly adopting an impassive expression when he faced his beautiful female subordinate.

With a composed smile, he inquired, "Misunderstanding? She's merely standing up for her brother."

He had no intention of revealing his past relationship with Cecilia.

Cathy smiled subtly.

Peter approached, having witnessed the earlier scene. He wiped his brow and chastised the driver, "Why did you bring the car here?"

The driver felt embarrassed and explained, "Miss Wilson requested it.”

Peter then addressed Mark, "Mr. Evans, what do we do now?"

Mark nonchalantly replied, "You head back to the hotel first. I'll go see Alexis.”

Peter knew Mark's intentions well. He turned to Cathy and grinned, “It looks like Mr. Evans will be staying at Miss Gordon's place tonight. It's a chance for us to relax a bit... Cathy, I'll take you out for some drinks tonight. Czanch is not as lively as Duefron when it comes to nightlife."

Peter escorted Cathy away, while Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking three or four cigarettes.

When he'd seen Cecilia shedding tears, he knew that her love for him still lingered.

Mark's heart weighed heavy.

He yearned to break free from his shackles and give her a family, so she wouldn't have to weep alone.

But could he do that now?

No, he couldn't.

Mark crossed the road, a cigarette delicately held between his slender fingers.

His appearance and demeanor were exceptional, attracting the gaze of numerous women.

There was no hint that he was over 40.

He made his way to the ward and knocked on the door.