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?”

didn’t say

to fathom anything from his face

enough for Mark to conclude that the result was really

his cigarette, and

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

bear to part with

thought of parting with Cecilia, Edwin and his unborn child was too much for Mark to

just couldn’t allow himself to die

die,” Waylen calmly assured

was because Mark hadn’t paid Cecilia what

be together, the

he gave her some money didn’t mean he had finished fulfilling all of his responsibilities

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

what he had come to tell him, he simply stood

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