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“No, I wouldn’t want you. It’s not about your broken hand. It’s about me not having feelings for you anymore.”
Cathy’s eyes held a burning anger.
Why? Cathy believed she and Mark were a great fit, but he didn’t share the same feelings.
Nevertheless, she had Laura, and that was something.
Cathy stopped arguing with Mark and instead waited silently, resembling worried parents. The doctor mistook Cathy for Mark’s wife and addressed her as Mrs. Evans when he emerged from the operating room.
“The Little one’s out of danger. You must watch over her carefully in the future. We can’t allow this issue to happen again, especially since the child is still so young.”
Mark offered his gratitude to the doctor.
Now, the nurse escorted Laura straight to the VIP ward. Mark was about to visit Laura, and Cathy spoke slowly.
“Mark, see how others believe we make a great pair.”
Mark’s gaze was icy and frigid.
He smirked, saying, “Cathy, you haven’t erased the memory of your fractured palm, have you?”
Cathy certainly hadn’t let that memory fade.
For the sake of Cecilia, Mark intentionally harmed Cathy’s hand, causing her to remain unforgiving.
Thankfully, Cathy had Laura. With this child, Mark would be shadowed by remorse.
Mark made his way to Laura’s room.
Laura was two years older than Edwin, bearing a resemblance to Paul.
Laura stirred awake at the crack of dawn.
Her eyes widened, and with a voice as soft as a kitten’s purr, she gazed at Mark and uttered, “Uncle Mark.”
Mark caressed her hair. In a soft and comforting tone, he assured her, “You’re safe. Laura, you’ll feel much better after some rest.”
Laura dutifully shut her eyes. Her countenance remained tranquil and beautiful.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
After Mark had another brief conversation with the doctor, his phone rang. The call came from the landline at his house.
Mark guessed it was Zoey calling to give him an earful.
Mark planned to explain once he got home, so he didn’t answer the call.