Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 443

You'll never know what thoughts will fill your mind because memory can be quite unreliable.

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As Weston watched Brian take a walk, he mumbled to Wing, "It's becoming harder to deal with Brian."

As he spoke, he glanced at Becky who was brimming with anger towards Brian who had slammed the door shut in her face earlier. Weston sighed and thought to himself, 'The Long Family is cursed in love, each one worse than the other, but more persistent than the other.'

Wing looked at Weston then at Becky who was still shaking with anger. Wing sighed as she wondered how Brian felt about Becky now. She was unsure because the crash had long passed but Brian was still acting this way. Could it possibly have something do with Molly's retinas?

Wing laughed to herself as she thought about the situation. She didn't know where it was coming from maybe for Brian or maybe for Becky. Who knew?

Brian went in with smoke above his head that reeked of treachery. He had just asked around if anyone had seen where Spark was and was now walking towards the backstage of the No. 4 Hall. He looked so cold as he slipped his hands in his trousers. He made his way backstage at a steady pace, his face determined.

His shiny leather shoes clicked every time it hit the floor.

Meanwhile, at the No. 4 Hall backstage, Spark was waiting with his violin ready. He looked over to Mark who gestured to cheer him on. He squatted so he could talk to Mark, "Mark, mommy's birthday is coming up…" He glanced at Molly who was going through the papers in her hands. It seemed like she was tidying up. "Do you know what she wants most for her birthday?" Spark continued. "You have to try harder than that!" he grimaced as he said this.

Mark turned around to look at Molly. He pressed his lips together and nodded to Spark. Mark reached up to plant a kiss on Spark's face and he gestured as if to say "I'll try my best!"

Spark rubbed Mark's head fondly and sighed. Before he stood up to walk towards the proscenium, he flashed a smile to Mark. As he took his stride, his mind recalled what had happened two years ago. Back then, they had just realized that Mark wasn't able to speak.

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"Doc, Mark's turning two soon but he still hasn't spoken a word," Molly looked at the doctor to express her worry. She was holding Mark in her arms, "Last time you told us that boys are usually late but isn't Mark too late?"

Molly's heart sank as soon as she realized something. Her worst fear had happened. She was scared that Mark might get sequela from her medication and she crossed her fingers hoping that Mark wouldn't.