Female NovelOn the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small chuckle.
Following their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both of them.
It appeared as though they hadn’t shared such laughter for quite a while.
Mark sighed.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
He then said in a trembling voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers. I’ve already signed them.
At last, their relationship had reached this point.
Mark agreed. Cecilia had longed for this, but she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped up their years of love…
She agreed and abruptly ended the call.
Rushing to the staircase, she slammed the door behind her.
She covered her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling drained.
A wall separated them.
A mobile hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying on it.
He appeared pale as he held the phone.
For a while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t cry.”
But she couldn’t hear.
Peter accompanied Mark, and even Peter’s wife, Lina, joined them.
Lina consoled Mark, “Why did you have to do this? There was still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia away? It’s hard to take back what you’ve said.”
Mark lay there, his hand placed gently on his abdomen.
He had a severe stomach issue.
Even if the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the problem not recurring.
Mark was considerably older than Cecilia. He realized he couldn’t provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last thing the Fowler family needed.
Setting her free was the best thing he could do for her.
Peter was sad.
“Why didn’t you wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you recover. Why are you so negative?”