Chapter 1789

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.

After taking his first drag, he looked at Waylen and asked, “The test result is not looking very good, is it?”

say

impossible to fathom anything from his face

his silence was enough for Mark to conclude that

his cigarette,

said in a hoarse voice, “Waylen, since I was a child, I’ve always believed that every bullet has its

can’t bear to

his unborn child was too much for Mark to

just couldn’t allow himself to die and leave them

you won’t die,”

Mark hadn’t paid Cecilia what he owed

could be

mean he had finished fulfilling all of his responsibilities as a

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

to tell him, he simply stood up

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