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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