She sensed the weight of his thoughts.
At that moment, an indescribable ache gripped Ceciliaâs heart.
It was as if the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had admired had disappeared.
He was just an ordinary man now.
He couldnât even admit to feeling jealous.
Ceciliaâs voice caught in her throat.
âIâm going back.
Please take care of yourself.
â
Mark inquired, âWhen is your next prenatal check-up? Iâll come with you.
â
Cecilia looked up at him.
She spoke softly.
âThursday, two weeks from now, at nine in the morning.
â
Mark remained silent.
He simply brushed his fingers gently through her hair, reminiscent of the past⦠At that moment, Mark seemed both like a guardian and a lover.
No promises were exchanged between them.
She didnât assure him she would remain by his side once he recovered.
And he didnât bring up the topic of remarriage.
Their two children became their sole link.
Cecilia exited the ward.
A wave of sadness washed over her, and she wandered to the end of the corridor, standing there alone.
For a long time, she let her tears flow freely.
Due to Markâs illness and the transformations this affliction had wrought upon himâ¦
She pondered, even despite their separation, she wished for the robust Mr.
Evans she once knew.
One thing she didnât know was that the whole time she lingered at the aisleâs end, mirrored the duration Mark spent standing at the wardâs door and watching her.
He hadnât divulged it just now.
Since local treatment wasnât enough anymore, he had to seek medical help abroad.
This was why he wanted to accompany her for a prenatal check-up before he had to leave.
Cecilia descended the stairs.