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.

good as you, Mr. Evans, having

were the words of a

outsider, Mark chose not

Albert was sensible.

car. You two

added, “Mr. Evans,

Edwin cradled in his arms, Albert made his

toward the door,

her hand. He said in a

off his hand and whispered,

you forgive your Uncle

gently caressed her

“How is the baby?”

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

now, he

refrained from agitating 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 at the moment, she wanted him to stay healthy. So, despite her pain, she suppressed

met his

appeared

smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint

sensed the weight of

indescribable ache

the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had admired had

just an ordinary

even admit to feeling

voice caught in her

back. Please take care of

inquired, “When is your next prenatal check-up?

looked up

She spoke softly.

two weeks from now, at

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

promises were exchanged

assure him she would remain by his

up the topic of

became their

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

long time, she let her

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

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

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

hadn’t divulged it

he had to seek

was why he wanted to accompany her for a prenatal

Cecilia descended the stairs.

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

you be delighted

the red eyes?” he

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

seat belt

in 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 might experience abdominal

no desire to

by your side; make sure to torture him and make him feel the pain… Truth be told, he’s quite

tears away,

are you still up for

it would still be nice for him to check on

a result, they headed

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

Ross accompanied Cecilia to her

she refrained from inviting her family

off

her

and stepped inside. The moment she entered,

streamed into

bed was neatly made as though it had never

spotless and orderly, devoid of any

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

Cecilia, noticing her confusion. She pulled out a letter from her pocket

left for Cecilia

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several words scrawled on

To Cecilia.

the envelope, finding only a single sheet of paper inside.

don’t wait for

you meet a good man, seize

from her trembling

unable to bring

streamed down her

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

she really waiting

that he would join her

letting him

presence would provide him with the courage he needed

he left

to stand by her, regardless of the circumstances–good or bad. Cecilia couldn’t

over 30 years old

more to take into consideration,

But he just left.

one seemed more heartless than

something amiss and was taken aback upon

Fowler, why are you

gently wiped her

not crying,” she said,

hurt from the

the floor and picked it up

and ripped it to shreds. She managed a smile,

let’s just

understood that Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

over him as

to prevent her

Mark’s actions

she said, “Ross,

heart trembled, and he wordlessly escorted her out of

no one mentioned the

Peter had contacted the hospital in Rouemn and arranged for Mark

behind only a letter for

without

not to allow Cecilia to see

Mark had vanished from both the Fowler family and

had been such a person in

whispered “dad” in his sleep at night, calling out to Mark as if

called

mind, Mark

in, casting a chilly ambiance