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 this very

Rena remained a devoted

a full 24

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

Alexis…

How was she?

Rena beheld the other side, she

room stood empty, all equipment removed, leaving only an

girl named

upon Rena, tears streamed down her face. She pounded

here. Alexis… Where have you

her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair, desperate to shield her

frozen in

up and distorting her

She couldn’t fathom it.

had merely dozed off. How

the glass relentlessly. Her

all seemed like an illusion,

could awaken from this slumber,

commenced a frenzy of destruction. She believed that the shattering sounds would

tightly amidst the

arm was streaked with

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

vanished

refuge of soláce.

filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is

Waylen endured it all.

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

He held her.

last remnants of tenderness

held her

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

young, surely frightened without her mother by her

it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You need to rest

But Rena persisted.

must go. Waylen… She is my child. I

twilight descended, within the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of

tomb stood a small

stumbled out of the

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

to her palms,

the harsh reality finally sank

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a

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

her

her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was really

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without

you gripped by

What should Mommy

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

me a final

He held her.

onto the last remnants of tenderness

held her

She murmured softly. “Where is she? I

was so young, surely frightened without her mother by

fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You need to rest

But Rena persisted.

She is my child. I need

cloaked

Betty’s tomb stood

out of the

way as she knelt on the ground,

to her

that moment, the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

with heavy clouds, casting a

played upon the ebony leaves, casting

of her very essence, as if her soul

thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

are you

gripped

should Mommy do without

chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of her back

you deny me a final glimpse

yearned to lift Rena up but his hand froze midair upon

was not a nice sight.

slipped into a trance-like

are cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh and blood.

were too painful for Rena to

placed the soil she cradled

earth upon the grave. Sharp stones

actions were devoid

will

give you

I never had the chance to love and

your arrival, I imagined your countenance countless

my

Mommy is here…”

cloaked

final sliver of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world

scooped Rena into his arms. “Let

realized she had succumbed to

at the ward, Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her body

hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing

doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her

stood by

awaken

wiped away her tears

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

They couldn’t see

being

his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze

stood in

four long days, Rena lay ensconced in a

nighttime when she finally woke

the edge of the bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she had

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen roused

her in

were a couple, yet their relationship, battered by the trials they had endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s eyes at

absence, a void had formed between them, leaving them

closed, and she whispered,

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

fill a

her head away, her tone icy. “There’s no

face freezing, but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a

need it. How many times must I say it?

as he gently set the bowl

were back to being strangers, unable to meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it

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