"Forget it, it's nothing, don't cry."
He held her shoulder, gently lifted her onto the bed: "Don't cry, it's my fault. Get some rest early."
"Mark, don't leave me." Madison Barton grasped Mark Reed's hand, tears continuously streaming.
"I'm here, just sleep!"
"Thank you."
Madison Barton snuggled into the blanket, showing only a tear-stained face.
Seeing Madison Barton close her eyes, Mark Reed took out his phone, opened the photo album, and Valentine Teller's bright and radiant face appeared before him.
A bitter taste unknowingly lingered on his lips.
...
As soon as she got to the office in the morning, Anastasia Archard came over, blinked at Valentine Teller with a triumphant smile.
"What's up?"
Valentine Teller looked at her with a knowing smile.
She had left first last night, while Anastasia and Dr. Walter Hoot had chatted downstairs for quite a while before going home.
Seeing Anastasia's face glowing with happiness, it was clear good news was near.
