Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 780

A hint of relief flitted through Spark's amber eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "If you're so determined, what's there for you to fear? Molly, just hang on in there. Regardless whether you go off course, or you find yourself in the shortest path, remember that you're not alone. You'll always have your backup."

"Spark..." whispered Molly. Despite feeling like she had so many things to tell him, there was none that she could utter when she opened her mouth. There was so much that Molly owed this wonderful man. Nevertheless, she had no other choice. Just like everyone who had to choose a route, she had chosen hers, and now the best thing she could do was not to hurt anyone else along the way because of her hesitation.

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In the dining hall of the hospital, Brian watched the boy eat his meal, a cup of untouched coffee in front of him. The older the boy got, the more the resemblance between father and son became too prominent to ignore.

"Papa Brian, why did you pretend to lose your memories?" Mark asked nonchalantly as if he was talking about the weather, and played with his food.

"A relationship with an unequal beginning will never be as peaceful as an equal one," answered Brian matter-of-factly.

Upon hearing him, Mark put his chopsticks down, and looked at his father. The meaning behind Brian's words was lost on him.

"What about you?" retorted Brian, before he could ask for an elaboration. "Why did you pretend to forget me?"

Turning his head to the side, Mark curled his lips. "Uncle Victor said the strongest power to nail down a lie, is with another lie,"

As he leaned back in his seat, a faint smile appeared on Brian's thin lips. "Don't communicate with Victor unless it's necessary," he said.

"Yikes," Mark's eyes glistened with amusement. "You share the same sentiments as Mommy. You see, she didn't like it when I spent time with Uncle Victor either. Mommy thinks his teachings are misguided."

Brian hid a smile, and cleared his throat. In an indifferent tone, he said, "No matter what becomes of my relationship with your mother, I hope you realize that at the end of the day, she and I love you very much. It just so happens that we're in different places now."

"I do know that," Mark said, nodding in understanding. "Papa Brian, if you love Mommy so much, why did you make such a decision?" During the incident at the art class, Mark had seen how stressed Brian had been, and at the same time, controlled the situation in an instant as though he were Superman. When it had reached the critical moment, he had gone into overdrive and shot the leading kidnapper to death. Had it not been for his Papa Brian's quick decision-making, the dagger would have gone deeper into his Mommy's back.

"In order to live in this world," said Brian, sounding more like a father than his usual cold tone, "there are going to be instances when you feel helpless, regardless of how strong you become. Mark, sometimes you'll feel happier when everything is less complicated."

Although his words still had not sunk in completely, Mark was able to comprehend bits of it. Nevertheless, the words of wisdom his father passed on to him were forever imprinted in his mind, and later on influenced his life in the future.

When Brian's lie was exposed, he thought there would be dire repercussions. Fortunately, though, nothing happened. That night, Brian did not visit the ward. But he did not leave either. As much as he wanted to appear detached, he could not maintain the facade completely. One after another, the lies which came out of his mouth disguised his true intentions.

When Spark exited from Molly's ward, there was a smile that crept up on his face despite the mixed feelings battling it out in the pit of his stomach. When Spark exited from Molly's ward, there was a smile that crept up on his face despite the mixed feelings battling it out in the pit of his stomach.