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.

the words of

an outsider, Mark chose

Albert was sensible.

you in the car. You

Evans, it seems there’s a significant misunderstanding

in his arms, Albert

headed toward the door,

reached out and clasped her hand. He said in a hushed

his hand and whispered,

your Uncle Mark, just this

gently caressed her face, his

“How is the baby?”

have lashed out at Mark and argued for a

now, he was

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

met his

appeared pale and

a soft smile playing

sensed the weight of

moment, an indescribable ache gripped Cecilia’s

the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had

an ordinary

couldn’t even admit to feeling

caught in her

Please take care of

inquired, “When is your next prenatal check-up? I’ll come with

looked up at

She spoke softly.

two weeks from now, at nine in the

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

were

assure him she would remain by his

he didn’t bring up the

children became their sole

wave of sadness washed over her, and she

time, she let her

transformations this affliction had

wished for the robust Mr. Evans she

aisle’s

hadn’t divulged

treatment wasn’t enough anymore, he had to

for a prenatal

Cecilia descended the stairs.

their strained relationship, immediately stepped out of the

be delighted

the red

into the back seat and

his seat belt and

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

had no desire

side; make sure to torture him and make him feel the pain… Truth be told, he’s quite handsome, not any less

wiped her tears away, trying to compose

are you still up for dinner?”

course, Albert wanted to. Even though he knew Rena wouldn’t accept him, he felt it would still be nice for him to check

result, they headed to

observed that evening was Cecilia’s tears, her

later, Ross accompanied Cecilia to

to join her, she refrained from inviting

off at

her

knocked on the door and stepped inside. The moment she entered,

into the

neatly made as though it had never

orderly, devoid of any trace of

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

approached Cecilia, noticing her confusion. She pulled out a letter from her pocket and handed it

was a letter left for Cecilia

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were several words scrawled on

To Cecilia.

the envelope, finding only a single sheet of paper

don’t wait for

good man,

letter slipped from her

head, unable to bring herself to

streamed down

now, she remained uncertain if she was waiting for Mark. Was she waiting for him to recover, to utter

hadn’t found the

told

really waiting for

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

about letting him pick

provide him with

he

but 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

over 30 years old

consideration, especially

But he just left.

seemed more

sensed something amiss and was taken aback

Fowler, why

wiped

she said, her voice

hurt

the floor and

slowly took the letter and ripped it to shreds. She managed

on, let’s just forget about

understood that Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

loomed over him as a

choice seemed designed to prevent

Cecilia’s eyes, Mark’s

said, “Ross, please accompany me to my

he wordlessly escorted her

mentioned the incident

that night. Peter had contacted the hospital in Rouemn and

left behind only a letter for

had departed without

not to allow Cecilia to see him for the last

Mark had vanished from

forgot there had been

night, calling out to Mark as if he were

day, Cecilia neither called Mark nor reached out

Mark ceased to

in, casting a chilly ambiance over the