Love Began with the First Meeting

"No," Brian said, quickly regaining his calmness. The door closed shut and Molly was out of his sight. His falcon-like eyes squinted slightly, which were deep and gloomy as an ancient well. "It won't make any sense to go on investigating," he added. His opponent was a clever one, being able to pull off a stunt without leaving any evidence - thus, many preparations must be done in advance. Not many people could manage such a feat in a critical moment, or erase all doubts in a short amount of time. He knew Becky wasn't capable of doing that. He had to believe her even if he didn't want to.

The room became tense and filled with distress. Meanwhile, outside the suite Molly could hardly support her body. She had to brace her arms and hands against the wall to prevent herself from falling. She still had a way to go to reach Mark's hospital room.

When she stopped in her tracks to temporarily rest her frail and weak body, she heard what Brian's emotionally distant voice said. Her eyes instantly welled with tears and she truly felt miserable. She braced her arms against the wall again and continued to Mark's room. She couldn't believe it. Even though there were enough evidences that could prove the accusations towards Becky, he still chose to believe in Becky. Even if Becky had done all of those things, he still wouldn't call her to account.

Molly gritted her teeth, trying to prevent her teardrops from falling. She continued trudging towards Mark's hospital room, her hands still bracing the wall for support. Finally, she reached the door and gently twisted the knob open.

The room was quiet save for the quiet hum of the medical equipment. Shirley and Richie were inside, watching over Mark's sleeping form. When Molly entered, Shirley immediately went to wrap her arms around Molly's frame in a friendly hug and asked, "Little Molly, are you feeling better now? Why don't you rest some more? Don't worry, Richie and I will be here with Mark."

Molly looked at Shirley with unreadable eyes and tried her best to put a smile on her face. She looked at Shirley and said in an impassive voice, "I'm worried about Mark…"

to dilute the vitamin C," Shirley said reassuringly, and glanced back at Mark. "He woke up a while ago and then fell asleep again. Dr. Fan

probably the only thing that could comfort

days, the amount of vitamin C in Mark's body finally met the requirement for an operation. The operation required a rather delicate intracranial tumor resection surgery, but Dr. Fan, who specialized in neurosurgery, would absolutely manage. Dr. Young was there as Dr. Fan's assistant, and even the deputy director of the hospital was there to provide second assistance. They were a strong

steel table. Dr. Fan was standing by the head of the operation table. Mark's hair had been shaved off, and his bare head was

to Shirley with his eyes, subtly giving a hint. Shirley realized in understanding and

this and quietly walked in their direction and asked Brian questions that she had been thinking about. He hadn't bothered answering any of them. Later, Eric had joined them too. Fury had been written

only sigh and wait

was nothing to do but wait. Meanwhile inside the operating room, the surgery proceeded intensely but in an orderly manner. They had been working on Mark's body for a few hours now, but none of the

the nurse spoke up, "Dr. Fan, Mark's blood pressure is dropping sharply…" She said quickly