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…

to freeze time in this very

Rena remained

slumbered for a full 24

eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and

Alexis…

How was she?

Rena beheld the other side, she

incubator room stood empty, all equipment removed, leaving only an abandoned quilt that once cradled

girl named

face. She pounded upon the

Alexis… Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have

held her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair, desperate to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he informed her, “Alexis

frozen

eyelids fluttered, tears welling up and distorting her vision. The world before her appeared

She couldn’t fathom it.

How could Alexis

she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her palm

seemed like an illusion, a haunting

from this slumber, Alexis

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

amidst the chaos. The ward lay

was

succumbed to the stark reality that Alexis had

vanished from

a refuge of soláce. He uttered,

with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is

Waylen endured it all.

towards him, yet he could only

He held her.

the last remnants of tenderness

her for an

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

frightened without her mother

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

But Rena persisted.

She is my

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

to Betty’s tomb

of the car, her

legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her

her palms,

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the

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

tears streaming down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her

her thoughts as

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without

gripped

Mommy do without

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

did you deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness

her

softly. “Where is she? I need

was so young, surely frightened

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

But Rena persisted.

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

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

to Betty’s tomb stood a small

of the car, her

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

her

the harsh reality finally sank

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber tone over the

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

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

somehow still plagued her thoughts as she pondered

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are you departing

you gripped by

Mommy do

bowing her body. Even through her garments,

Why did you deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with

his hand froze

“It was not a nice sight. I feared you would never

slipped into a trance-like

you are cruel beyond measure. She

were too painful for Rena to

the soil she cradled onto

began to heap the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled within the soil, lacerating her hands,

actions were devoid of

I will

give you

I never had the chance

I imagined your countenance countless times, yet none were

night, my sweetest

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

light withdrew from the heavens,

down and scooped Rena into his arms.

as he cradled her, he realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her

at the ward, Rena lay tranquilly upon the

into her ear, longing for her

to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional

and Cecilia stood

harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived

wiped away her

she and Korbyn were privy to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood at a mere

see the

was being

his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as he softly uttered, “I have

stood in

days, Rena lay ensconced

was nighttime when she

bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen

at her in the subdued

they had endured, languished in a dire state. When

formed between them, leaving

and she whispered,

“Are you hungry? Let me fetch you something

fill

her head away, her tone icy.

the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that you lack proper nutrition, so I had the servant

need it. How many times must I say it? I don’t

slightly as he

being strangers, unable to meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it was easier to communicate this

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