When they were gone, Waylen walked in and closed the door behind him.

Then he took a seat across from Mark.

Mark sighed and asked him, “Do you happen to have any cigarettes on you?”

Waylen hesitated for a moment. Then without a word, he reached into his pocket and brought out a cigarette pack, pulled out a stick and gave it to Mark.

The last time Mark smoked was nearly six months ago.

His hands trembled as he lit the cigarette.

asked, “The test result is not looking very good,

didn’t say anything in

to fathom anything from his

enough for Mark to conclude that

long drag on his cigarette, and then

silent man in front of him, he said in a hoarse voice, “Waylen, since I was a child, I’ve

with Cecilia, Edwin and his unborn child was too much for

just couldn’t allow himself to

you won’t die,” Waylen calmly

they could be together, the children were his responsibility. Just because he gave her some money didn’t mean he had finished fulfilling all of

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

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