Gently adjusting the blankets around Mark with a tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, âEdwin was here.
Even in his ill state, he wanted to see you.
You need to recover quickly, for them.
â
Mustering the strength, Mark grinned.
âYouâre quite the charmer, arenât you? And I hate you! Edwin and Olivia are just kids! And of course I am still young!â
Chuckling, Peter agreed, âYes, youâre still young.
â
Resting his head against Cecilia, Mark teased, âSee, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words.
â
Though Cecilia realized they were jesting to lighten her mood, it only deepened her melancholy.
Strong and resilient, she wanted to be Markâs pillar at times.
Silently, she exited the room to gather her thoughts.
Within the dimly lit ward, Mark confided to Peter, âI donât want her burdened with guilt.
Iâd give everything for Edwin.
â
Peter responded softly, âEdwin just recognized you as his father.
As for you, playing the martyr might worry Cecilia more.
She deeply cares about you.
â
Markâs voice was a whisper.
âPeter, itâs no act.
â
Edwin was Markâs flesh and blood; he would go to any lengths to protect the boy.
Peter comforted Mark until he fell asleep.
Exiting the ward, Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her film crew.
Eager to reassure her, Peter began, âWhen Mr.
Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work.
Heâll be in high spirits when you return.
â
Cecilia shook her head determinedly.
She had sacrificed a coveted film role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing Markâs well-being, along with Edwin and Oliviaâs needs.
Mark had a point.
As parents, their foremost responsibility was to their children.
Cecilia made her intentions clear.
After a thoughtful pause, Peterâs face Lit up with optimism.
âIndeed, itâs the best choice.
With you by Mr.
Evansâ side, heâs sure to recover swiftly.
â
Upon hearing Peterâs remark, Cecilia couldnât help but blush.
She responded in a soft tone, âYou really have a way with words.
â
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, his usual playful demeanor returning.