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…

yearned to freeze time in

remained a

a full 24

mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from

Alexis…

How was she?

the other side, she

stood empty, all equipment removed, leaving

named Alexis

face. She pounded upon the glass door and

Alexis… Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have

her hair, desperate to shield her from further

frozen in

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

She couldn’t fathom it.

How could Alexis vanish

consumed her as she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet she refused

an

she could awaken from this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly

would surely rouse her from this bewildering dream… It had

her tightly amidst the chaos. The ward

arm was streaked with

upon the wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark reality that Alexis had truly

vanished

to her, his embrace a refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena, please

her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is

Waylen endured it all.

harbored immense animosity towards him,

He held her.

the last remnants of tenderness between

held her for

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

young, surely frightened without her mother

would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day.

But Rena persisted.

my child.

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

Betty’s tomb stood

the car, her steps

diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the

her palms, revealing

harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber tone over

the ebony leaves, casting an

tears streaming down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had been

somehow still plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was really

“Alexis, are you departing without a

gripped

Mommy do

her body. Even through her garments,

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

He held her.

onto the last remnants of

held her

She murmured softly.

so young, surely frightened without

didn’t want Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You

But Rena persisted.

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

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

to Betty’s tomb stood

of the car, her

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

clung to her palms, revealing

moment, the harsh reality finally sank

Alexis was truly gone…

heavy clouds, casting a somber tone

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

appeared devoid of her very essence, as if

her thoughts as she pondered

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without

gripped

Mommy do without

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

a final

yearned to lift Rena up but his hand froze midair upon hearing her

responded, “It was not a nice sight.

slipped into a

measure. She is your own flesh and

were too painful for

she

heap the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones

were devoid of

I will bring you

give

had the chance to love and pamper you

countenance countless

night, my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the

stooped down and scooped Rena into his

she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her body

upon the bed,

hushed tone, he whispered into her

that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant to

Cecilia stood

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

wiped away her tears in

they dared not cling to hope. After all, the

couldn’t see the

being so

anguished cries of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his

stood in stunned

long days, Rena lay ensconced in

when she

his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she

Rena observed him silently….

an instant, Waylen

her in the subdued

relationship, battered by the trials they had endured, languished in a dire state. When they

had formed between them, leaving them with nothing

closed, and she

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

to fill a bowl with

head away, her tone icy.

smile on his face freezing, but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual

times must I say it? I

so slightly as he gently

meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it was

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