On the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small chuckle.
Following their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both of them.
It appeared as though they hadnât shared such laughter for quite a while.
Mark sighed.
He then said in a trembling voice, âIâm boarding my flight soon Iâll have Peter send you the divorce papers.
Iâve already signed them.
At last, their relationship had reached this point.
Mark agreed.
Cecilia had longed for this, but she couldnât help crying.
In just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped up their years of loveâ¦
She agreed and abruptly ended the call.
Rushing to the staircase, she slammed the door behind her.
She covered her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling drained.
A wall separated them.
A mobile hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying on it.
He appeared pale as he held the phone.
For a while, he muttered, âCecilia, donât cry.
â
But she couldnât hear.
Peter accompanied Mark, and even Peterâs wife, Lina, joined them.
Lina consoled Mark, âWhy did you have to do this? There was still hope.
Why did you have to push Cecilia away? Itâs hard to take back what youâve said.
â
Mark lay there, his hand placed gently on his abdomen.
He had a severe stomach issue.
Even if the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the problem not recurring.
Mark was considerably older than Cecilia.
He realized he couldnât provide much to her.
Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last thing the Fowler family needed.
Setting her free was the best thing he could do for her.
Peter was sad.
âWhy didnât you wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you recover.
Why are you so negative?â