She did her best to hold them back.

Waylen offered her a tissue and said, “Wipe your face. Tears don’t suit young ladies like you.”

Cecilia managed a smile, but it looked more pained than crying.

Waylen hadn’t informed Mark or Peter. So Mark had no idea that Waylen would be visiting. Mark was propped up against the head of the bed, engrossed in reading documents.

The room was silent, and there were stacks of thick folders on the nightstand.

Peter advised, “You’ve been poring over those documents for four hours. It’s time to rest. Dr. Clarke will scold you if you keep this up.”

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of a nag. Handle him for me. I need to

Suddenly, Mark’s expression changed.

for so long, and now we

a deep sadness

Cecilia was even

that Mark was conveying his final wishes, with no

Peter noticed Cecilia’s presence.

you here? Come inside and take a seat.

gaze remained fixed

knew that he could

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