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…

freeze time in

remained a

a full

canvas,

Alexis…

How was she?

the other side, she was

leaving only an abandoned quilt

girl named

streamed down her face. She pounded upon the glass door and called out for

here. Alexis… Where have

desperate to shield her from further anguish.

frozen

tears welling up and distorting her vision. The world before her

She couldn’t fathom it.

off. How could Alexis vanish

relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet she refused

like an illusion, a

she could awaken from this slumber, Alexis would

the shattering sounds would surely rouse her from this bewildering

amidst the chaos. The ward lay

was

wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark reality that

vanished from

to her, his embrace a refuge of soláce. He

cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is gone.

Waylen endured it all.

harbored immense animosity towards him, yet he could only endure

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness

her

daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she? I

was so young, surely frightened without her

fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

must go. Waylen… She is my child. I need to

cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking beyond the

tomb stood a small

out of the car, her

weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of fresh, moist

to her palms, revealing

the harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber

descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning the loss of a fragile

devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had been

plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

“Alexis, are you departing

gripped by

What should Mommy do

body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette

a final glimpse of

He held her.

the last remnants of tenderness

held her for an

found herself in a daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she? I need to see

surely frightened without

Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day.

But Rena persisted.

is my child. I

family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking

Betty’s tomb

the car, her steps

weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a

to her palms, revealing tender

moment, the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber tone over

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

her very essence, as if her soul had

as she pondered whether Alexis was really

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without a

you gripped by

What should Mommy

a handful of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through

Why did you deny me a final

lift Rena up but his hand froze

nice sight. I feared you would

slipped into

whispered, “Waylen, you are cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh and blood.

words to describe Alexis’ fate were

placed the soil she cradled onto

mechanically, she began to heap the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled within

actions were devoid of conscious

I will

they give

never had the chance to love and pamper you

arrival, I imagined your countenance countless times, yet none were as radiant as

my sweetest

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

of light withdrew from

and scooped Rena into his arms. “Let

her, he realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her body unnaturally

the bed, her body attended to by

tone, he whispered into

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

stood by

harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived her… Oh, the sorrow

away her tears

not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood at

They couldn’t see the little one

was being

mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face

in

four long days, Rena lay ensconced in

was nighttime when she

her

Rena observed him silently….

an instant, Waylen roused from his

up at her

they had endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s

formed between them, leaving them with nothing

and she whispered, “Please

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

rose to fill

head away, her tone icy. “There’s no

on his face freezing, but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned

times must I say it?

as he

were back to being strangers, unable to meet each other’s

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