A faint flush tinged her cheeks.
She had never uttered such words before, and a sense of embarrassment washed over her.
Putting the phone aside, Cecilia pushed the matter from her mind.
She made her way back to the hospital room.
Mark, clad in a white hospital gown, regarded her with a slight tilt of his head.
She approached the table and began peeling an apple.
After a moment, she spoke up softly.
âMark, you donât have to do this.
â
âBut I want to,â he replied.
âI canât bear to see you being mistreated.
â
Cecilia fixed her gaze on the apple and murmured, âWho else could mistreat me more than you? Iâll be honest.
Acting is merely a hobby for me.
Itâs not that significant.
â
Mark recognized that Cecilia wasnât being entirely truthful.
If she truly didnât care about it, she could have chosen to stay with the two children more instead of pursuing her acting career.
She had continued acting in dramas for several years, and it was evident she had developed a liking for it.
Mark chose not to press the matter further.
Cecilia refrained from broaching the topic again; she didnât want to impose any pressure on him.
Consequently, neither of them raised it in the following two days.
When Simon called Cecilia again, she chose not to answer.
Two more days went by.
Following the doctorâs rounds, someone appeared at the door.
He looked disheveled.
It was Simon.
He had rushed there from Warsaw.
Not only had the studio in Warsaw been repossessed, but also the investment for his upcoming play had been withdrawn abruptly, offering no explanation.
They simply cited Simonâs erratic behavior and an apparent rift with someone as the reasons.
Simon pondered for a while and realized that Mark was the answer.
He hurried to Duefron.
When Simon encountered Cecilia again, a hint of tension hung in the atmosphere.
Cecilia was not one to hold grudges.