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,

were the words of

presence of an outsider, Mark chose not

Albert was sensible.

in the car. You two should sort out

smiled reassuringly and added, “Mr. Evans, it seems there’s a significant

cradled in his arms, Albert made his

toward the

and clasped her hand.

his hand and whispered,

my fault. Can you forgive your Uncle Mark, just this once Cecilia felt tears welling

caressed her

“How is the baby?”

might have lashed out at Mark and argued for a long time because

now, he

she hadn’t really contemplated a future without him at the moment,

she met his

face appeared

back at her, a soft smile playing on his lips, tinged

sensed the weight of

an indescribable ache gripped

composed Uncle Mark she had admired had

was just an ordinary man

couldn’t even admit to

voice caught in her

Please

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

up

She spoke softly.

from now, at nine in

her hair, reminiscent of the past… At

promises were exchanged

didn’t assure him she would remain by his side

he didn’t bring up the topic of

two children became their

wave of sadness washed over her, and she wandered to

long time, she let her

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

their separation, she wished for the robust Mr. Evans

time she lingered 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 seek medical help

to accompany her for

Cecilia descended the stairs.

immediately stepped out of the car and

Shouldn’t you be delighted

the red eyes?”

and retorted, “It’s

seat belt and

was worried you’d be upset and might

desire to talk to

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

tears away, trying to compose

still up for dinner?” she

to. 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

all Albert observed that evening was Cecilia’s tears,

weeks later, Ross accompanied Cecilia to

join her, she refrained from inviting her

off

flashed her a reassuring

the door and stepped inside. The moment

streamed into the

was neatly made as though

appeared spotless and orderly, devoid of

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

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

a letter left

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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 were

wait

meet a good man, seize your

from her trembling

to bring

streamed down her

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,

hadn’t found the

told her not

really waiting

not really. She had simply come over and anticipated that he

had simply thought about letting

simply hoped her presence would provide him with the courage

the end, he

choices, but he never chose to stand by her, regardless of the circumstances–good or bad. Cecilia couldn’t help but think

over

to take into consideration, especially since she

But he just left.

seemed more

amiss and was taken aback

Fowler, why are you

gently wiped her tears

she said, her voice

eyes hurt from

on the floor and picked it up

it to shreds.

on, let’s just forget about this

Mark’s

Recovery was uncertain.

him as a

choice seemed designed to prevent her from bidding

eyes, Mark’s actions felt

quivered as she said, “Ross, please

and he wordlessly escorted her out

no one mentioned

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

only a letter

departed without a trace

to see

vanished from both the Fowler

there had been such

at night, calling out to

Cecilia neither called Mark nor reached out

Mark ceased

a