Gently adjusting the blankets around Mark with a tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state, he wanted to see you. You need to recover quickly, for them.”
Mustering the strength, Mark grinned.
“You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you? And I hate you! Edwin and Olivia are just kids! And of course I am still young!”
Chuckling, Peter agreed, “Yes, you’re still young.”
Resting his head against Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words.”
Though Cecilia realized they were jesting to lighten her mood, it only deepened her melancholy. Strong and resilient, she wanted to be Mark’s pillar at times.
Silently, she exited the room to gather her thoughts.
Within the dimly lit ward, Mark confided to Peter, “I don’t want her burdened with guilt. I’d give everything for Edwin.”
Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing the martyr might worry Cecilia more. She deeply cares about you.”
Mark’s voice was a whisper.
“Peter, it’s no act.”
Edwin was Mark’s flesh and blood; he would go to any lengths to protect the boy.
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Peter comforted Mark until he fell asleep.
Exiting the ward, Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her film crew.
Eager to reassure her, Peter began, “When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work. He’ll be in high spirits when you return.”
Cecilia shook her head determinedly.
She had sacrificed a coveted film role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark’s well-being, along with Edwin and Olivia’s needs.
Mark had a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility was to their children.
Cecilia made her intentions clear.
After a thoughtful pause, Peter’s face Lit up with optimism.
“Indeed, it’s the best choice. With you by Mr. Evans’ side, he’s sure to recover swiftly.”
Upon hearing Peter’s remark, Cecilia couldn’t help but blush.
She responded in a soft tone, “You really have a way with words.”
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, his usual playful demeanor returning.