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 good as you, Mr.

were the words of a

of an outsider, Mark

Albert was sensible.

wait you in the car. You two should sort

added, “Mr. Evans, it seems there’s a significant

cradled in his arms, Albert

toward the door,

her hand. He said in a

gently shook off his hand and whispered,

Can you forgive your Uncle Mark, just this once Cecilia

gently caressed her face, his

“How is the baby?”

the past, she might have lashed out at Mark and argued for a long time because he had

now, he

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 grievances and replied, “The baby

she met his

face appeared pale

playing on his lips, tinged with a

the weight of his

an indescribable ache gripped

was as if the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had

was just an

couldn’t even admit to

voice caught in her

going back. Please

“When is your next prenatal check-up?

up

She spoke softly.

now, at nine

hair, reminiscent of the past… At that moment, Mark seemed both like

promises were exchanged between

him she would remain by his side

he didn’t bring up

became their

her, and she wandered to the

a long time, she let her tears

and the transformations this affliction

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

she didn’t know was that the whole time she lingered at the aisle’s end, mirrored the duration Mark spent

hadn’t divulged it

wasn’t enough anymore, he had to seek medical help

accompany her for a

Cecilia descended the stairs.

out of the car and opened the door for her as

you be delighted to meet

the red eyes?” he

seat and retorted, “It’s none of your

his seat belt

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

no desire

by your side; make sure to torture him and make him feel the pain… Truth be told,

wiped her tears away,

still up for dinner?” she

accept him, he felt it would still be nice for him to check on her every once in a

a result, they headed to

evening was Cecilia’s tears, her

weeks later, Ross accompanied Cecilia to her

Mark had intended to join her, she refrained from inviting her family

off

her a

The moment she entered,

into

bed was neatly made as though it had

spotless and orderly, devoid of any trace

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

her confusion. She pulled out a letter from her pocket and handed it to

was a letter left for

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words scrawled on the

To Cecilia.

open the envelope, finding only a single sheet

wait for

a good man, seize

from her trembling

her head, unable to bring herself to

down her cheeks,

for Mark. Was she waiting for him to recover, to utter

found

he had told her not to

really waiting for

that he would join her for her

simply thought about letting him

had simply hoped her presence would provide him with

end, he

chose to stand by her, regardless of the circumstances–good or bad. Cecilia couldn’t help but

was over 30 years

had more to take into consideration, especially

But he just left.

more heartless

sensed something amiss and was taken aback upon

Fowler, why

wiped

not crying,” she said, her voice

eyes hurt

observed the letter on the floor

to shreds. She managed a smile, tears glistening

from now on, let’s just

understood that Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

over him as

choice seemed designed to

Mark’s actions

said, “Ross, please accompany

trembled, and he wordlessly escorted her out of the

no one mentioned the

Waylen did some digging and discovered that Mark’s condition had worsened that night. Peter had contacted

only a

departed without

Cecilia to see him for the last

day on, Mark had vanished from

everyone forgot there had been such a person in

sleep at night, calling out to Mark as if

day, Cecilia neither called Mark

her mind, Mark

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