A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1801-1810

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

the words of a

an outsider, Mark chose not to

Albert was sensible.

car. You two

added, “Mr. Evans,

with Edwin cradled in his arms, Albert made his

toward

reached out and clasped her hand. He

gently shook off his hand and whispered, “I’m

“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?”

past, she might have lashed out at Mark and argued for a long

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 her pain, she suppressed her grievances

met

appeared pale and

looked back at her, a soft smile playing on his lips, tinged with

sensed the weight of his

indescribable ache

the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had admired

just an ordinary man

couldn’t even admit

caught in

Please take care

is your next

looked up

She spoke softly.

weeks from now, at nine in

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

promises were exchanged between

him she would remain

he didn’t bring up the topic

became

the ward. A wave of sadness washed over her, and she wandered to the end of the corridor,

a long time, she let her tears

to Mark’s illness and the transformations this affliction had wrought

she wished for the robust Mr. Evans

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

divulged it

treatment wasn’t enough anymore, he

he wanted to accompany her for a prenatal check-up before he

Cecilia descended the stairs.

of the car and opened

delighted to meet

red eyes?”

the back seat and retorted, “It’s none of

seat belt

upset and might

desire to

side; make sure to torture him

her tears away, trying to

still up

wouldn’t accept him, he felt it would still be nice for him to check on her

they headed to

was Cecilia’s tears, her sorrow palpable in every

weeks later, Ross accompanied Cecilia to

her, she refrained from inviting her family this

off

her

stepped inside. The moment she entered, she noticed the

into the

was neatly made as though it had

and orderly, devoid of any trace

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

confusion. She pulled out a

left

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scrawled

To Cecilia.

envelope, finding only a single sheet of paper inside. The words

wait

a good man,

letter slipped from her trembling

to bring herself to

streamed down her

him to recover, to utter the words, “Forgive me, let’s begin anew. I’ll commit to daily exercises, care for my health, and bring

found the

he had told her

really waiting

had simply come over and anticipated that he would join her

simply thought about letting him pick their

simply hoped her presence would provide him with the courage

he

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

she was over 30 years old

take into consideration, especially

But he just left.

one seemed more

and was taken aback upon entering the

Fowler, why are you

gently wiped her tears

not crying,” she said,

hurt from the

the letter on the floor and picked

it to shreds. She

from now on, let’s just forget

that Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

him

his choice seemed designed to prevent

Mark’s actions felt unbearably

said, “Ross,

heart trembled, and he wordlessly escorted her

no one mentioned the

that night. Peter had contacted

behind only

without

Cecilia to see him for the last

day on, Mark had vanished from both

there had been such a

at night, calling out to Mark as

Cecilia neither called Mark

mind, Mark ceased

in, casting a chilly ambiance over

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