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.

you, Mr. Evans, having so

were the words of a wounded

presence of an outsider, Mark

Albert was sensible.

You two

and added, “Mr. Evans, it seems there’s

Edwin cradled in his arms, Albert made

headed toward the door,

reached out and clasped her hand. He said in

shook off his

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

her face, his concern

“How is the baby?”

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

now, he

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,

met his

appeared

playing on his

weight of his

indescribable ache gripped

as if the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had

an

even admit to feeling

voice caught in her

back. Please take care of

next prenatal check-up? I’ll

looked up

She spoke softly.

weeks from now, at nine in

of the past… At that moment, Mark seemed both like a guardian and a

were

him she would remain by his

he didn’t bring up the topic

became their

over her, and she wandered to

time, she let her

the transformations this affliction had wrought

pondered, even despite their separation, she wished for

time she lingered at the aisle’s end, mirrored the duration Mark spent

divulged it

local treatment wasn’t enough anymore, he had to seek

wanted to accompany her for

Cecilia descended the stairs.

stepped out of the car and

Shouldn’t you be delighted to meet your old

red eyes?”

settled into the back seat and retorted, “It’s

his seat belt

an eye on you. She was worried you’d be upset and might

had no desire to talk

opinion, you should have him by your side; make sure to torture

her tears away, trying to

still up for

Rena wouldn’t accept him, he felt it would still

a result, they headed to the

observed that evening was Cecilia’s tears, her sorrow

later, Ross accompanied Cecilia

intended to join her, she refrained

off at

flashed her a

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

into

bed was neatly made as though

appeared spotless and orderly, devoid of

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

noticing her confusion. She pulled out a letter from her pocket and

a letter left for Cecilia

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several words scrawled on

To Cecilia.

tore open the envelope, finding only a single sheet of paper inside. The words inscribed on it

don’t wait for

a good man,

letter slipped from her trembling

head, unable to bring herself to pick it

streamed down

waiting for Mark. Was she waiting for him to recover, to utter the words, “Forgive me,

found the

told her

she really waiting

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

simply thought about letting him pick their

hoped her presence would provide him with the

the end, he left her behind once

of the circumstances–good or bad. Cecilia couldn’t

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into consideration, especially

But he just left.

more heartless

and was taken aback

Fowler, why

wiped her

not crying,” she said,

eyes hurt from the

the floor and picked

took the letter and ripped it to shreds.

now on, let’s just

understood that Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

him as a real

seemed designed to prevent her from bidding him

Cecilia’s eyes, Mark’s actions

quivered as she said, “Ross, please accompany

heart trembled, and he wordlessly

mentioned the incident

had worsened that night. Peter had contacted the hospital in Rouemn and arranged for Mark to be

only a letter for

departed without a trace of

to allow Cecilia to see him for the

had vanished

forgot there had been such a person in

at night, calling out to Mark as

that day, Cecilia neither called

Mark ceased

casting a chilly ambiance over the