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.

not as good as you, Mr. Evans, having so many

were the words

the presence of an outsider, Mark chose not to

Albert was sensible.

wait you in the car. You two should

Evans,

Edwin cradled in his arms, Albert made

toward

hand. He said in a hushed

his hand

apologized, “It’s all my fault. Can you forgive your Uncle Mark, just this once

her face, his

“How is the baby?”

she might have lashed out at Mark and

now, he

him further. She 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

met

face appeared

looked back at her, a soft smile playing

the weight

moment, an indescribable ache gripped

if the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had admired

was just an ordinary man

couldn’t even admit to

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looked up

She spoke softly.

from now,

hair, reminiscent of the past… At

were exchanged between

assure him she would remain by his side once he

bring up the

children became their sole

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

a long time, she let her

Mark’s illness and the transformations this affliction had wrought

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

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

hadn’t divulged

enough anymore, he had to

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

Cecilia descended the stairs.

relationship, immediately stepped out of the car

delighted to

red eyes?” he

the back seat and retorted, “It’s

fastened his seat

be upset and might experience abdominal pain. Frankly, I don’t get you. Don’t you both care for each other?

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

away, trying to compose

are you still up for dinner?” she

it would still be nice for him to check on her every once in a

they headed

all Albert observed that evening was Cecilia’s tears, her sorrow palpable in

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her, she refrained

dropped Cecilia off at the

her

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

into the

as though it

appeared spotless and orderly, devoid of any

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

She pulled out a letter from her

was a letter left for

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words scrawled on the

To Cecilia.

sheet of paper inside. The words inscribed

don’t wait

meet a good

slipped from

unable to bring herself to pick

streamed down her cheeks,

she remained uncertain if she was waiting for Mark. Was she waiting for 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

hadn’t found the

he had told her not

really waiting

come over and anticipated that

thought about letting

hoped her presence would provide him

in the end, he left her behind

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 might have just rushed to

she was over 30 years old

take into consideration, especially since she was

But he just left.

one seemed more heartless than

something amiss and was taken

why

wiped

crying,” she

eyes hurt

letter on the

and ripped it to shreds. She managed a smile, tears glistening in

now on, let’s

understood that Mark’s illness

Recovery was uncertain.

loomed over him as

choice seemed designed to

Cecilia’s eyes, Mark’s actions felt

quivered as she said, “Ross,

he wordlessly escorted her out of

mentioned the

did some digging and discovered that Mark’s condition had worsened that night. Peter had contacted the hospital in Rouemn and

left behind only a

without

allow Cecilia to see him

Mark had vanished from both the Fowler family

everyone forgot there had been such a person

his sleep at night, calling

that day, Cecilia neither called Mark nor reached out to

mind, Mark

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