A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

During this time, Cecilia’s visits provided him with solace. She visited for prenatal check-ups once every two weeks, and the she would stopped by and visit. Her interactions with Mark were brief, as she typically spent only a short while sitting with him before leaving.

Nevertheless, this was more than enough for Mark.

One day, Cecilia brought Edwin to visit Mark.

While she went for her prenatal check-up, Edwin was brought to the ward by the nanny. The little boy gently pushed open the door and peeked inside.

Mark looked up and noticed Edwin’s presence.

In a gentle, hushed tone, he asked, “Why don’t you come in?”

Edwin softly closed the door behind him and made his way to the bedside. He crawled onto the bed and nestled against Mark, resting his head on Mark’s shoulder.

Mark felt a pang of sadness.

Perhaps Edwin had sensed something was wrong.

Mark gently stroked his son’s head and asked, “You don’t call me ‘great-uncle’ anymore?”

Edwin was on the brink of tears and sniffled.

In a hoarse voice, he exclaimed, “Dad!”

Mark mustered a faint smile and scolded, “Silly boy.”

As children often did, Edwin wore his heart on his sleeve. He held Mark’s hand and whispered, “Dad… I don’t blame you anymore. Get better soon, okay?”

Even if it meant giving up his dad for Laura, Edwin was willing to do it.

He couldn’t bear the thought of his father’s death.

Tears welled up in Mark’s eyes. In the latter half of his life, Mark, who had enjoyed a carefree existence in his earlier years, had failed many people.

Edwin was the person Mark had wronged the most.

Holding back his tears, Mark hugged his son and assured him, “I promise you.”

Edwin nestled closer to Mark, possibly exhausted, and soon fell asleep.

Mark gazed at his son’s face for a while.

A voice emanated from the door, presumably Cecilia’s.

Mark got out of bed and walked to the door. He was taken aback.

In the corridor, not only Cecilia but also Albert stood there.

Helen had asked Albert to accompany Cecilia to the hospital.

Albert and Cecilia often quarreled, and she obviously got him riled up again this time.

He cornered her in the corridor as though he intended to settle scores with her.

However, he meant no harm.

Albert was a young and handsome man. Even in late autumn, he only wore a T-shirt, which displayed his smooth and muscular arms.

Mark had always been self-assured.

He hailed from a noble family and was quite good-looking.

In his youth, Mark had been the object of admiration for everyone.

But now he couldn’t help but feel inferior in the presence of the young man’s strong physique. Mark’s gaze dropped to his oversized hospital gown, deepening his sense of inadequacy.

Mark was overwhelmed with a sense of shame about himself.

He had never experienced such a feeling before.

He stepped back into his ward.

He leaned against the door and chuckled at his own predicament.

He signed in resignation. He knew that he had no right to expect Cecilia to choose him. Now, any young man could easily overshadow his ill and weak self.

What right did he have to love her?

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

After regaining his composure, Mark opened it and saw Cecilia and Albert waiting outside.

Mark asked politely, “Are you here to pick up Edwin? He’s sleeping.”

Cecilia observed Mark.

She wasn’t naive. She could discern his shifting emotions. He had been happier during her previous visits. She attributed this shift to Albert.

However, she didn’t feel the need to provide any explanations.

After all, she didn’t owe Mark anything.

So she simply nodded coolly and replied, “Yes. Then…”

She glanced at Albert and said, “You can help me carry Edwin.”

Albert rubbed his nose and inwardly cursed his situation. Why was she putting him in this situation? Mark was evidently jealous, which was why he had been acting like this. Even though he was currently unwell, Albert anticipated that Mark’s recovery would not bode well for him.

Albert met Cecilia’s gaze and silently sought her confirmation.

Cecilia managed a faint smile and proposed, “I’m going to have dinner at my brother’s place later. Would you like to join me?”

He hurriedly replied, “Yes!

Of course he wouldn’t pass on that offer.

He also picked up Edwin affectionately.

“Let me carry you, Edwin.”

Albert even kissed Edwin’s forehead, seemingly intending to see if he could provoke Mark even more.

Sure enough, there was a disapproving expression on Mark’s face.

He glanced at Cecilia and asked, “Is this your new boyfriend?”

Cecilia could have said something to provoke Mark.

But… she chose not to.

Instead, she stared at him, and her eyes welled up with unshed tears and turned red.

Mark felt a pang of regret, but he found no words to offer her solace.

After a prolonged silence, Cecilia spoke softly, her voice tinged with hurt.

as you, Mr. Evans, having so many

the words of a wounded

of an outsider,

Albert was sensible.

wait you in the car. You

added, “Mr. Evans, it seems there’s a

cradled in his arms, Albert made

headed toward the door,

out and clasped her hand. He said in a

gently shook off his hand

her anger, Mark tenderly apologized, “It’s all my fault. Can you forgive your Uncle Mark, just this once Cecilia felt tears welling up, but

gently caressed her face, his

“How is the baby?”

at Mark and argued for a long time because he

he

refrained from agitating him further. She reasoned that if she expressed her anger, it might worsen his mood, subsequently affecting his health. She was inherently kind-hearted. Even she hadn’t really contemplated a future without him at the moment, she wanted him to stay healthy. So, despite her pain, she suppressed her

she met

face appeared pale

soft smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint of

sensed the weight of

indescribable

as if the confident and composed

an ordinary man

even admit to feeling

voice caught

Please take care of

is your next prenatal

up

She spoke softly.

now, at nine

simply brushed his fingers gently through her hair, reminiscent of the

were exchanged between

assure him she would remain by his side once

bring up the

two children became

and she wandered to the end of

she

and the transformations this affliction had wrought upon

despite their separation, she wished for the robust Mr. Evans she once

the aisle’s end, mirrored the duration Mark spent standing at the ward’s

divulged it

anymore, he

accompany her for a prenatal

Cecilia descended the stairs.

out of the car and opened the door for her

you be delighted to

red eyes?”

seat and retorted,

fastened his seat belt and glanced

in your affairs? It was your sister-in-law who asked me to keep an eye on you. She was worried you’d be upset and might experience abdominal pain. Frankly, I don’t get you. Don’t you both care for each other?

no desire to talk

have him by your side; make sure to torture him and

away, trying to compose

are you still up for dinner?” she

felt it would still be nice for him to check on her every once

a result, they headed

that evening was Cecilia’s tears, her

later, Ross accompanied Cecilia to her prenatal

her, she refrained from inviting

off at the ward

her a reassuring

the door and stepped inside. The moment she entered, she noticed the ward was

into

made as though it had never

and orderly, devoid of

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

rounds approached Cecilia, noticing her confusion. She pulled out a

a letter left

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were several words scrawled

To Cecilia.

a single sheet of paper inside. The words inscribed on

wait for

meet a good man, seize your

from her

unable to

streamed down her

was waiting for Mark. Was she waiting for him to recover, to utter the words,

hadn’t found the

he had told her not

she really waiting for

really. She had simply come over and anticipated that he would join her for her prenatal check-up like he

thought about letting him pick their baby’s

would provide him with the courage

in the end, he left her behind

he never chose to stand by her, regardless of the circumstances–good or bad. Cecilia couldn’t help but think that if she had been 18 years old again, she might have just

she was over 30 years old

take into consideration, especially since she

But he just left.

seemed more

and was taken aback

why are

wiped her

she

eyes hurt from the

letter on the

shreds. She managed a smile, tears glistening in

let’s just

that Mark’s illness

Recovery was uncertain.

loomed over him as a

to prevent

Cecilia’s eyes, Mark’s actions felt

voice quivered as she said, “Ross,

and he wordlessly escorted

no one mentioned the incident

condition had worsened that night. Peter had contacted

behind only

had departed without a trace

chose not to allow Cecilia to see him for the last

that day on, Mark had vanished from both the Fowler

forgot there had been such a person in

his sleep at night, calling out to Mark as if he

called Mark nor reached out

Mark

casting a chilly ambiance