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…

time

Rena remained a

slumbered for a

At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from

Alexis…

How was she?

other side, she was struck

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

girl named

her face. She pounded upon the glass door

Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have you

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

frozen in

her vision. The

She couldn’t fathom it.

dozed off. How could Alexis vanish into

glass relentlessly. Her palm grew

an illusion, a haunting

slumber, Alexis

the shattering sounds would surely rouse her from

held her tightly amidst the chaos.

was streaked with

Rena gradually succumbed to the stark reality

vanished

clung to her, his embrace a refuge of soláce. He uttered,

him repeatedly, her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is gone.

Waylen endured it all.

understood that Rena harbored immense animosity towards him, yet he could only

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness between

held her for

softly. “Where is she? I need

young, surely frightened without her mother

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

But Rena persisted.

She is my child. I need

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

to Betty’s tomb stood a small

of the

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

her palms,

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the

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

down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence,

still plagued her thoughts as

are you

gripped by

What should Mommy

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

final glimpse

He held her.

last remnants of tenderness between

held her

She murmured softly.

surely frightened without her mother by her

Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further distress.

But Rena persisted.

She is my child. I need

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

Betty’s tomb stood

the car, her steps

her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the

her

that moment, the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

heavy clouds, casting a

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

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

thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis

are you departing without a

gripped by

Mommy do without

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

a final glimpse of

Rena up but his hand froze midair upon hearing her

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

into

are cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh

fate were

the soil she cradled onto

the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled within the soil, lacerating

were devoid of

I will bring

give you

I never had the chance to love and pamper you

countenance countless times, yet none were as radiant

night, my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked itself

of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the

stooped down and scooped Rena into

as he cradled her, he realized she had succumbed to

lay tranquilly upon the bed,

hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing

slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously

Cecilia stood

awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived her…

away her

wild plan, they dared not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood at a

see the little

being so

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

stood in stunned

long days, Rena lay ensconced

was nighttime when she finally woke

edge of the bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she had once admired now bore the marks of exhaustion and

Rena observed him silently….

Waylen

up at her in the subdued

in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s eyes at

between

eyes fluttered closed, and she

Waylen tenderly replied, “Are you hungry? Let me fetch you something

fill a bowl with

her head away, her tone icy. “There’s

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

many times must I say it? I

ever so slightly as

to being strangers, unable to meet each other’s gaze.

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