Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 511 One Blood (Part Two)

"No, she's not here," Brian lied.

Mark frowned, "But I heard mom's voice,"

"You're just dreaming," Brian said, unconcerned. Lying was like breathing for Brian. Just when Mark was about to peek into the room, Brian picked him up to bring him over back to his room. "Can I see mommy today?"

"Have you decided on our deal yet?"

"..." Mark went silent.

Molly stuck her head out as soon as she heard the sound of their footsteps vanish. She started to question why she resisted Brian earlier. After all, nothing was more important than Mark to her.

Molly kept crying still. Meanwhile, Brian put Mark to bed, fetching him a glass of milk from the kitchen. Mark was seldom up this late but when he was, all he needed was a glass of milk to fall back into sleep. Mark learned this from Molly. Mark slowly drank his milk. When he was finished, Brian put the glass aside, wiped his mouth clean, tucked him in, and kissed him goodnight. Then he left.

When Brian was just about to step out of his room, Mark suddenly spoke.

"Papa Brian?"

Brian stopped in his tracks seemingly unable to breathe as if he had forgotten how. He didn't know how it felt like for other fathers to be called dad for the first time but for him, it was like he was in cloud nine. He felt happiness.

Brian turned around to look at Mark who was now sitting up on his bed, his eyes were sparkling under the light. Yet he was all calm when he answered, "Mhm?"

Mark pressed his lips then looked at Brian hesitantly. Brian waited for him to respond patiently. Until at long last, Mark finally murmured, "Good night."

"Good night." Brian's voice gave him away: he looked nothing like a happy person but his voice said it all.

Brian turned around and stepped outside a changed man. He could no longer feel despair but only happiness. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, Mark added, "Papa Brian, I didn't come to you just because I wanted to see mom,"

Mark said simply. But that was enough to make Brian's heart jump for joy. He watched as Mark fixed himself on the bed. He was elated. At that moment, the four years that they had lost didn't matter anymore. Mark was still his son, by blood and nothing could change that. No one could replace him, not even Spark. Only he was Mark's father and no one else.

He closed the door gently but he didn't leave right away. He spent a few moments lingering outside Mark's room. He murmured so low only he could hear it, "What should I do to get Molly to come home? Mark deserves a complete and happy family."

Brian sighed as he walked back. When he neared the door to his bedroom, he heard a sound coming from what was obviously Molly's phone. It was a piece played by a violin - he had never heard of this piece before but he knew that Spark was the one playing. Such an excellent melody could only come from either Spark or Russell so it must be Spark.

Brian had just walked in when Molly put her phone through. He didn't know why but he just knew that he wanted to do something.

But Brian's presence didn't stop Molly from continuing her phone call anyway. "What do you mean?" her eyes were widened in surprise.

The voice over the phone started to explain. Molly listened intently, her lips trembling - this had been a telltale sign that she was scared and a bit peeved.

"Daniel would never do that," Molly retorted.

"I won't let Daniel go to prison," Molly emphasized, gritting her teeth.

Molly hurried to the bathroom to change as soon as she hung up. Neither the party gown nor the bathrobe was an option for her so she put on her soaking wet clothes and shoes instead. She quickly wrapped up her bathrobe and headed out. She grabbed her purse, just about to leave when she remembered Brian.

Molly had just walked by Brian. She stopped as if she suddenly remembered something. So she turned back to look at Brian, who had just turned to face her too, "We can talk about Mark later."

Brian didn't say anything. Molly pursed her lips and walked out of the room. She didn't want to do anything that was somehow related to her old life. But when it came to Mark, she didn't have much of a choice because she would do anything for him. "Wait!"

Brian called. Molly stopped in her tracks and turned to Brian, a confused look on her face, "I have to go. Can we talk later?"

"Change your clothes before leaving," Brian said. Molly remained still as Brian fetched a fresh change of clothes, he even had shoes and socks.

Molly stared at the clothes that Brian was handing to her. She hesitated for a moment before finally taking his offer. She went into the bathroom to change. Brian bought these clothes four years ago. It had been winter but Brian had bought clothes for all seasons. Molly, personally, couldn't figure out Brian's logic. 'Maybe, it's a rich person thing,' she shrugged to herself. Either way, Molly was grateful because at least she didn't have to wear the bathrobe or her wet clothes.

She quickly changed into the new clothes and stepped out. Molly looked more healthy now. She was able to maintain a good figure. Brian's face didn't change - still hardened and cold.

Molly rushed out right after hurriedly saying a quick thank you. She had her purse in her hand and Daniel on her mind.

"Let me drive you,"

Brian offered.

Molly thought she had misheard but Brian was already getting up to leave with her. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐