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,

the words of a

the presence of an outsider, Mark chose not to

Albert was sensible.

car. You

reassuringly and added, “Mr. Evans, it

Edwin cradled in his

toward

clasped her hand.

shook off his hand and whispered, “I’m

Uncle Mark, just this once Cecilia felt tears welling up, but

her face, his

“How is the baby?”

at Mark and argued

he was

anger, it might worsen his mood, subsequently affecting his health. She was inherently kind-hearted. Even she hadn’t

she met

face appeared

playing on his lips, tinged with

sensed the weight of

that moment, an indescribable ache gripped

composed Uncle Mark she had admired had

just an

even admit

caught in

back. Please take

“When is your next prenatal check-up?

up

She spoke softly.

from now, at

silent. He simply brushed his fingers gently through her hair, reminiscent of the past… At that moment, Mark seemed both like a

promises were exchanged

him she would remain by his

up the topic

two children became their

sadness washed over her, and she wandered to the end

a long time, she let her tears

transformations this affliction

separation, she wished for the robust Mr. Evans she

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

hadn’t divulged it just

wasn’t enough anymore, he had to seek

her for a prenatal

Cecilia descended the stairs.

despite their strained relationship, immediately stepped out of the car and opened the door for

be delighted to

red eyes?”

and retorted, “It’s none of your

fastened his seat

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? And now

desire to talk

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

her tears away, trying to

you still up for dinner?” she

him, he felt it would still be nice for him to

result, they headed to

Cecilia’s tears,

weeks later, Ross accompanied Cecilia

intended to join her, she refrained

off at the ward

her

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

streamed into the

bed was neatly made as though it had

and 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

was a letter left for Cecilia by

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several words scrawled on

To Cecilia.

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

don’t wait

meet a good man, seize your

slipped from her

unable to bring herself to pick it

streamed down

was waiting for Mark. Was she waiting for him to recover, to utter the words, “Forgive me, let’s begin anew. I’ll

found the

had told

she really

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

about letting him

had simply hoped her presence would provide him

the end, 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

over 30 years old

into consideration, especially since

But he just left.

one seemed more heartless

amiss and was taken aback upon entering

why are you

gently wiped

not crying,” she said,

eyes hurt

on the

it to shreds.

from now on, let’s just

that Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

loomed over him as a

seemed designed to prevent her

eyes, Mark’s actions felt unbearably

quivered as she said, “Ross, please accompany me

wordlessly

no one mentioned the incident

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

only a letter for

departed without a trace

to see him for the

on, Mark had vanished

there had been such

night, calling

called Mark nor

mind, Mark ceased to

in, casting a chilly ambiance over