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 so many

were the words of a

the presence of an outsider,

Albert was sensible.

you in the car. You two should sort out

smiled reassuringly and added, “Mr. Evans, it

with Edwin cradled in his arms,

headed toward the

clasped her hand. He said in a hushed tone,

his hand and whispered, “I’m

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

caressed her face, his concern

“How is the baby?”

lashed out at Mark and argued for

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

appeared

a soft smile playing on his lips, tinged

the weight

moment, an indescribable ache gripped Cecilia’s

was as if the confident and composed Uncle Mark she

just an

admit to feeling

voice caught in her

Please

next prenatal check-up? I’ll come with

up at

She spoke softly.

weeks from now, at

He simply brushed his fingers gently through her hair, reminiscent of the past…

were exchanged between

didn’t assure him she would remain

he didn’t bring up

two children became

wave of sadness washed over her, and she wandered to the

she let her tears flow

Mark’s illness and the transformations

she wished for the robust Mr. Evans she

thing 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

divulged it

wasn’t enough anymore, he had to seek

wanted to accompany her for a prenatal check-up

Cecilia descended the stairs.

the car and opened the door

you be delighted to meet your old

the red eyes?”

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

fastened his seat belt

be upset and might experience abdominal pain. Frankly, I don’t get you. Don’t you both care for each other? And now you’re pregnant. It would

had no desire

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

wiped her tears away, trying to compose

still up for dinner?” she

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

they headed to

that evening was Cecilia’s tears, her sorrow

later, Ross accompanied Cecilia to her

intended to join her, she refrained from inviting her family this

Cecilia off at

flashed her

on the door and stepped inside. The

into

neatly made as though it had never been

and orderly, devoid of any trace

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

pulled out a letter

a letter left

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several words scrawled on the

To Cecilia.

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

don’t wait

a good man, seize your

letter slipped from her

head, unable to

down

to utter the

hadn’t found the

had told her not

really waiting for

really. She had simply come over and anticipated that he would join her for her prenatal check-up like

thought about letting him pick their

her presence would provide him with the courage

the end, he left her

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 him

over 30 years

more to take into consideration,

But he just left.

seemed more

was taken aback

Fowler, why are you

wiped her tears

not crying,” she said, her

hurt from the

on the floor and

took the letter and ripped it to shreds. She managed a smile, tears glistening in her

let’s just

Mark’s illness was

Recovery was uncertain.

over him as a real

designed to prevent

eyes, Mark’s actions

“Ross, please accompany me

trembled, and he wordlessly escorted her

mentioned the

and discovered that Mark’s condition had worsened that night. Peter

left behind only a letter

had departed without a

chose not to allow Cecilia to

that day on, Mark had vanished from both the Fowler

been

Edwin whispered “dad” in his sleep at night, calling out

Cecilia neither called Mark nor reached out to

her mind, Mark ceased to

settled in, casting a