Amidst the laughter, only Waylen stood alone, his face wearing a severe, indescribable expression, a detail not lost on Korbyn.
He understood his son all too well.
Korbyn soon ceased his laughter, realizing something was amiss.
Once in the car, Waylen closed his eyes, seeking a momentâs rest.
Cecilia remained silent, afraid her words might provoke him further.
She sensed that something was amiss with Waylen today.
Upon reaching the hospital, Waylen suddenly instructed Ross, âDrive to the inpatient department.
Letâs visit Renaâs uncle.
â
Cecilia bit her lips and hesitated before asking, âBut why should we visit him?â
Waylen stayed composed and said calmly, âHeâs been in the hospital for four months.
Heâs family, and we should at least pay him a visit, right?â
Four months?
When the image of Markâs frail body and pallid face flashed in her mind, Cecilia instinctively clenched her hand.
It took her a while to regain her voice.
âWaylen, what happened to him?â
Waylen didnât say it directly.
He leaned in, retrieved a document from the storage cabinet before him, and handed it over to Cecilia.
It happened to be a medical report.
Cecilia cast a skeptical glance at him and cautiously opened the document.
As she scanned just one page, her expression shifted from surprise to shock, her face draining of color.
The pathology report indicated that Markâs estimated life expectancy was less than six months.
Less than six months?
Mark⦠How could this be possible?
Ceciliaâs voice trembled as she asked, âWaylen.
Is it true?â
Waylen nodded and replied, âYes, itâs true.
Mark has been in the hospital for four months now.
Dad brought in experts from both home and abroad to examine him, but his body had been severely depleted before that.
â
Upon hearing this, Cecilia lifted her head slightly.
Her eyes welled up with tears that threatened to fall.