When Mark heard this, he looked at his phone.

After some time, he smiled and said, “Okay.”

Just then, the door was pushed open and a young doctor with blonde hair and blue eyes walked in.

“Mr. Evans, I want to talk to you about your condition,” he said to Mark.

Peter cursed the doctor in his mind.

Why did he choose to come at this particular time?

Nevertheless, Peter watched as Mark took the report from the doctor and read it. But all of a sudden, the originally happy smile on Mark’s face froze.

Peter’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed this.

“Wie have a new plan,” the young doctor said.

“But the course of treatment will be longer. It will take a year. The process will be very painful, but the chance of success could be increased from five percent to thirty percent. I just want to ask for your personal opinion, Mr. Evans. And of course, it will cost a lot of money.”

Thirty percent chance to live?

“I agree,” Mark said without hesitation.

The young doctor then handed him a document and asked him to read and sign it.

Mark no Longer had any energy to read another document, so he asked Peter to read it for him. Peter obeyed. After reading it, he kept quiet.

The treatment was indeed aggressive and painful. Any ordinary person would definitely give up, but Peter knew how much Mark wanted to live, so he said to his boss, “No problem. I’ll be there with you.”

Mark then took the pen and signed the form.

After signing, he slowly put down the pen and said, “I hope we can return home this time next year for a much-needed family reunion.”

He was hoping that he would still be alive by then.

Fourteen months soon came and went.

During spring, all things came back to life and the weather became warm again.

After Cecilia finished her work for the day, she drove back home.

The only thing on her mind was Olivia.

The 14-month-old baby hadn’t been completely weaned yet.

When she got home, she stepped down from the car with a bag of baguettes in her hand as usual

It was Marcus’ favorite food.

But Cecilia was moving slower than usual today. The reason was right in front of her–The Fowler residence was different today. There were several black Audis parked at the gate of the villa, and the fountain that hadn’t been working in a long time was now working.

At some point, she came to a complete halt.

She had just seen a handsome figure standing in the garden.

He was still thin, but he looked a lot better than he was the last time she saw him.

It was spring and he was wearing a dark brown sweater and a thin wool coat.

The bag of baguettes in Cecilia’s hand fell to the ground as she recognized the man she had been staring at.

“Mark,” she whispered with a gasp.

Mark had returned.

He had indeed comeback.

Cecilia had frequently experienced abrupt awakenings from her dreams, fearing that Mark had died.

News had circulated that he had been improving over the past six months, leading her to expect contact from him. However, he had never reached out to her.

Now, out of the blue, he had reappeared.

It was just like that evening many years ago when several Audis suddenly showed up at the villa. She was all frustrated because of Harold. Hearing the noise downstairs, she went to check and saw Mark there.

Cecilia’s eyes welled up with tears.

She stood motionless, gazing at Mark, while everything around them seemed to grow quiet.

Her mind went blank.

The only thing she knew was that he had returned.

Mark, too, looked at her with longing in his eyes.

She looked as beautiful as ever but had also matured.

Finally, Cecilia snapped back to reality. Her lips quivered, and her face turned unusually red. She bent down to conceal her emotions and began to pick up the bread that had fallen to the ground.

“They’re dirty. You can buy new ones next time.” Mark bent down to assist her.

Their hands grazed.

The simple touch of her skin elicited a strong reaction, and she suddenly stood up.

She left the baguettes on the ground and stumbled away.

Mark stood up and watched her retreating figure.

At the same time, Rena walked over slowly.

She held Edwin’s hand. Edwin appeared composed, but his dark eyes were fixed on Mark.

It was as though Edwin feared that Mark might disappear again.

“Uncle Mark!” Rena’s voice quivered slightly.

She looked up at Mark with admiration in her eyes. Her voice carried a hint of impending tears.

Over the past two years, she had visited Rouemn more than 20 times.

She had witnessed Mark’s most painful moments.

She knew how hard it had been for him to stand here today.

Thankfully, it was all over, and the future looked promising.

Mark gently patted Rena and bent down to look at Edwin. He asked gently, “Can you take me to see your sister?”

Edwin still maintained his stoic expression.

Mark felt a pang in his heart. He extended his hand to touch the little boy’s head, and said, “Silly boy.”

Edwin pursed his Lips.

replied, “She is in mom’s

moving briskly, his

felt a

“He’ll come

Edwin. Edwin was still upset. He led Mark to the second

on the door and

in this feminine bedroom countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an extra sweet scent that hung in the

the

closed the bedroom

wooden

over a year

the room, and

tender, with brown

bright and attractive,

Mark adored Olivia.

then, Olivia woke

curious, bright eyes

the little girl nuzzled closer to him.

his eyes

supporting her bottom with his hand, and

know I’m your

course, Olivia couldn’t

merrily and snuggled her

for a while, savoring the sweet milky scent emanating from her body. He adjusted her dress, and then walked out to the terrace with her in

was still standing

with a loose long cardigan, her long

breeze rustled

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

arms, and Cecilia seemed to sense his

Mark remained silent.

him with reddened eyes and nose, indicating that

motioned for her not

her emotions and said in a hushed tone, “We were over, but you should

know.” Mark admitted, his

regret, his words

not

slender fingers, and then gave her a pair of exquisite bracelets he

smiled faintly and said, “I just got

heard you’ve been bringing Olivia to see her. Cecilia, thank you His words were

really meant by

simply restrained her emotions and murmured, “I care about her, despite

“I know.”

time playing with Olivia. Despite his recent illness, he

Mark was about to bid

entered the room and noticed the two of them engaged in a

dinner. Today, we’re celebrating two joyful occasions simultaneously. My parents are in high spirits, so they’ve requested the chef to prepare several of Mark’s preferred dishes to extend him

Two joyful occasions?

this, Mark detected

don’t think I’ll join you. I haven’t seen my mom yet, and I’d like to visit

didn’t miss

a pity! The gentleman joining us today is from the Smith family, and

appeared slightly taken

man once but

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

at Cecilia, he whispered, “I’ll come to visit the

Mark descended

had arrived at the Fowler family’s

a man

exuded an air of

man recognized Mark and greeted him

“Mr. Evans.”

stopped and appraised the man for a moment

arrived at that

young man, Thomas Smith,

to be next to

and noticed Cecilia sitting next to

her eyes

at the table was somewhat

and whispered to the others, “I’ll see my

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

slowly toward

two years. She’s been

reached the car, Rena’s

in a

Mark’s gaze was tender.

Rena adjust her disheveled

I let her

had fallen

children and often relied

to meet someone, and naturally she felt she

hand, Rena

door for Mark and said, “Please give my regards to Grandma,

Mark nodded.

he settled inside the car, he noticed Edwin hiding behind

Mark’s heart softened.

the car, opened the trunk,

of paper planes

his eyes

gently touched Edwin’s head and said, “I missed you

Angela’s Library

At night, I could take

Edwin remained silent.

dragged the box

there, his gentle

the past two years. He often

head slightly to blinked away his tears

stood up, opened the car door,

drive away, leaving Rena standing there for

he said softly, “Your eyes aren’t red because you got something in them, right? I don’t think Mrs. Gordon is

Waylen’s arm as they walked slowly

Waylen smiled faintly.

a question,

worried about them. One is my uncle and the other is like a sister

and lit a cigarette, wrapping his arm around

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