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,

words of a

presence of an outsider,

Albert was sensible.

You two should sort out

reassuringly and added, “Mr. Evans, it seems

in his arms, Albert made his

toward the door,

reached out and clasped her hand. He said in a hushed tone,

gently shook off his hand and whispered,

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

her face,

“How is the baby?”

Mark and argued for a long time because he had hurt her

he

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

met

face appeared pale and

playing

weight of

an indescribable ache

as if the confident and composed Uncle Mark she had admired had

just an

even admit

voice caught in

going back. Please take care of

next

up at

She spoke softly.

now, at nine in the

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

were

remain

he didn’t bring up the topic

children became their

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

time, she let her tears flow

Mark’s illness and the transformations this affliction had wrought

wished for the robust Mr. Evans she once

she 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

divulged

enough anymore, he

accompany her for a

Cecilia descended the stairs.

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

be delighted to meet

red

and retorted, “It’s none

fastened his seat belt and

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 pain. Frankly, I don’t get you. Don’t you both care

had no desire to

opinion, 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

tears away, trying to

you still up for

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

a result, they headed

Cecilia’s tears, her sorrow

accompanied Cecilia to her

to join her, she refrained from inviting her

Cecilia off

flashed her

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

into

neatly made as though

and orderly, devoid

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

on her rounds approached Cecilia, noticing her confusion. She pulled out a letter from

letter left for

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were several words scrawled on

To Cecilia.

the envelope, finding only a single sheet of paper

wait

meet a good

letter slipped from her trembling

lowered her head, unable to bring herself

streamed down her cheeks,

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

found

told her

really waiting for

simply come over and anticipated that he would join

about letting

had simply hoped her presence would provide him with the

he left her behind

circumstances–good or bad. Cecilia couldn’t help but

over 30 years old

take into consideration, especially

But he just left.

seemed more

was

Fowler, why

wiped her

crying,” she

eyes hurt from

observed the letter on the floor and picked it

took the letter and ripped it to shreds. She managed a smile,

let’s just

that Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

over him as

choice seemed designed to prevent

Cecilia’s eyes, Mark’s

voice quivered as she said, “Ross, please

trembled, and he wordlessly escorted

mentioned

night. Peter had contacted the

only a letter

departed without a

to

Mark had vanished from both the Fowler

forgot there had been such a

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

called

mind, Mark ceased to

in, casting a chilly ambiance