A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 651-660

Waylen was accustomed to such hostility.

He entered resolutely and knelt before Mark.

Mark sneered again. “Your kneeling means nothing to me, Mr. Fowler. I cannot bear witness to it. What now? What have you done this time that you need to kneel and apologize?”

Waylen conveyed the doctor’s words to Mark.

Concern for Rena’s well-being had been weighing heavily on Mark’s mind and his heart sank upon

Mark asked Waylen, “What do you intend to do? Are you truly willing to watch your child perish? Can you be that merciless? If you dare to do so, I will end your life.”

Waylen calmly laid out his plan.

An icy silence engulfed the room.

Even Mark, who had been present throughout, was stunned by Waylen’s bold words. He was shocked and incensed. Without delay, he hurled the nearest object he could grab at Waylen…

It was a company stamp.

The stamp struck Waylen’s forehead with force.

Waylen couldn’t dodge at all.

A slender rivulet of crimson blood trickled down his countenance…

Undeterred, Mark positioned himself before Waylen and uttered with a quivering voice, “Waylen, have you pondered upon the repercussions of your actions? Can Rena endure it? What if… What if… If the baby really perishes, there will be no way back for you, Waylen. You will be doomed.”

Waylen slightly closed his eyes and replied, “I know. I am well aware.”

Waylen found himself without alternatives.

Rena’s loathing towards him was intense. He couldn’t offer her anything. He could no longer bear witnessing her agonizing in pain either. If she had even the slightest chance recovering in a different setting, he was willing to… He was willing to… set her free.

Mark maintained silence for an extended duration.

However, Waylen understood that Mark concurred.

Waylen wiped the blood from his brow, rose to his feet and departed.

As the door shut, Mark’s anger erupted in solitude. He forcefully shoved the papers to the floor and berated, “He is insane. If he truly loved her, why did he inflict so much harm upon her before?”

While venting his frustrations, Mark dejectedly took a seat.

His eyes were bloodshot. In truth, he knew this course of action could, at the very least, save Rena’s life.

Waylen returned to the ICU ward.

Rena remained fixated on the baby. He couldn’t determine if she slept more than three hours a day.

She was gradually expending her life for the sake of this child.

Following Waylen’s decisive choice, he felt a tinge of sorrow. It was an emotion he had never

experienced before but now he comprehended it.

He was a husband and a father.

Yet, he had failed in all his duties.

He had caused his wife to endure such suffering…

He embraced her.

Perhaps it would be the last time he could hold her so unabashedly.

Naturally, Rena resisted.

Waylen clung to her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and whispered, “Allow me to hold you for a while. Just this once, Rena… Please don’t push me away.”

She lacked the strength and simply allowed him to embrace her in silence.

He couldn’t perceive her warmth.

Nevertheless, he pressed close to her neck, inhaling her scent, evoking countless cherished memories of their time together.

It was evident that he loved her…

She was the first woman he had made love to.

He kept her by his side, showering her with various gifts to please her, engaging in battles with Harold for her sake, and feeling jealousy towards Tyrone, Robert and Zack…

Every time she shed tears, he fretted over her, and every time she left him, he regretted it deeply.

Clearly, he loved her…

Waylen kissed her hair and whispered with a tremor in his voice, “Rena, I love you.”

Rena stiffened.

It mattered not to her anymore whether he harbored love for her or not.

No response came from her. He sealed his eyelids shut and clasped her with increased intensity, as though he intended to expend every ounce of his strength. The pressure inflicted upon Rena caused her great pain and discomfort. In a raspy voice, she uttered, “You’re hurting me.”

“I am in pain. Rena, I am hurting.”

In the past, she had always worried about him but, now, no matter how much he suffered, she remained indifferent.

The nurse entered, bearing medication, but was overwhelmed by the scene.

Subsequently, the nurse placed the medicine down and hurriedly departed.

Waylen gazed at the two pills resting on the tray. Rena had previously taken antidepressant pills but, today, those two pills had been replaced by sleeping pills.

Should Rena consume them, she would succumb to a slumber lasting at least ten hours.

Slowly, Waylen released his hold on her.

His voice quivered slightly as he said, “Rena, it is time for you to take the pills.”

Rena did not refuse the medication. She acknowledged her illness and was willing to undergo treatment. Soon enough, she ingested the two pills with warm water.

Drowsiness gradually enveloped her….

She experienced an unprecedented weariness, as if she could slumber for an eternity.

“Waylen… Why do I feel an overwhelming desire to sleep?”

Rena began to feel a pervasive weakness throughout her body. Then she found herself cradled within his embrace.

He gently placed her upon the bed and observed her silently.

Prior to giving birth, she weighed about 110 pounds, yet now she had dwindled to a mere 80 pounds. She had become nothing but skin and bones, her delicate visage evoking deep concern.

Waylen tenderly caressed her face, assessing her temperature.

After a considerable duration, he removed the necklace from around her neck. Adorning it was a ring he had bestowed upon her.

Only when she was ensconced in slumber could he delicately slide the diamond ring onto her ring finger.

He and she had finally become a genuine couple.

Waylen reclined, cradling her within his arms, and buried his face in the curve of her neck. In an instant, her neck was moistened….

Alexis was surviving…

yearned to freeze time in this very

Rena remained

for a full 24

was a blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and hurried towards the glass

Alexis…

How was she?

the other side, she was struck with

leaving only an abandoned quilt that

named Alexis

down her face. She pounded upon the glass

here. Alexis… Where

body enfolded Rena’s trembling form. Waylen held her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair, desperate to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he informed her, “Alexis

stood frozen in

tears welling up and distorting her vision. The

She couldn’t fathom it.

had merely dozed off. How could Alexis vanish into thin

relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet

like an illusion, a

from this slumber, Alexis

a frenzy of destruction. She believed that the shattering sounds would surely rouse her from this bewildering dream… It had to

held her tightly amidst the chaos. The

was streaked with

the wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark

had vanished from

embrace a refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena,

filled with

Waylen endured it all.

immense animosity towards him, yet

He held her.

the last remnants of

her for an

murmured softly. “Where is she? I

surely frightened without her mother by

further distress.

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child. I need to

cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the

tomb stood a small

stumbled out of the car,

her weakened legs giving way as she

to her palms, revealing tender

moment, the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber

the sun began its descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the

face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if

thoughts as she pondered

“Alexis, are you departing without

you gripped

Mommy

her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of her

deny me a final glimpse of her?”

He held her.

held onto the last remnants

her for

daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she?

frightened without her

go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

is my child. I

twilight descended, within the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking

to Betty’s tomb

out of the car, her steps

the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping

her palms, revealing tender

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over

leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning

tears streaming down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had been wrenched

plagued her thoughts as she pondered

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without

gripped by

Mommy

fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of

me a final glimpse of her?”

to lift Rena up but his hand froze midair upon

raspy voice, he responded, “It was not a nice sight. I feared you would never forget seeing her

into a

eyes partially closed, she whispered, “Waylen, you are cruel beyond measure. She is your

words to describe Alexis’ fate were too painful for Rena to

soil she cradled onto

stones mingled within the soil, lacerating her hands, yet

actions were devoid of conscious

I will

give

had the chance to love and pamper you

your countenance countless times, yet none were as radiant as

my sweetest

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked

of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world in

Rena into his arms. “Let

as he cradled her, he realized she had succumbed

ward, Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her body attended to by Waylen’s

into her

unwilling to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant to acceptance, thus

and Cecilia stood

“Waylen, will Rena never awaken again?

her

she and Korbyn were privy to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not

couldn’t see the little one

was being

mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as he softly uttered, “I have no

in stunned

long days, Rena lay ensconced

nighttime when

against her hand. The visage she had once

Rena observed him silently….

an instant, Waylen roused from his

at her

endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into

a void had formed between them, leaving them with nothing

fluttered closed, and she

a hoarse voice, Waylen tenderly replied, “Are you hungry?

rose to fill a bowl

her head away, her tone

he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned

don’t need it. How many times must

ever so slightly as he gently

unable to meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it was

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