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.

as you, Mr.

were the words of

of an outsider, Mark chose

Albert was sensible.

in the car. You two

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

his arms, Albert

toward the

clasped her hand.

shook off his hand and

Can you forgive your Uncle Mark, just this once Cecilia felt tears welling up,

gently caressed her

“How is the baby?”

lashed out at Mark and argued for a

he was

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

met

appeared pale and

soft smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint

sensed the weight of

moment, an indescribable ache

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

just an ordinary

admit

caught in her

Please take care

your next

up at

She spoke softly.

weeks from now,

reminiscent of the past… At that moment, Mark seemed

were exchanged

she would remain

didn’t bring up the topic of

two children became

sadness washed over her, and she wandered to the end of the corridor, standing there

she let her

and the transformations

wished for the robust Mr.

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

hadn’t divulged it

enough anymore, he had to

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

Cecilia descended the stairs.

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

you be delighted to

the red eyes?” he

back seat and retorted,

fastened his seat belt and

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

no desire to talk to

side; make sure to torture him

away, trying to compose

up for dinner?”

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

result, they headed to

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

Ross accompanied Cecilia to

her, she refrained

dropped Cecilia off at the ward

her a

door and stepped inside. The moment she entered, she noticed the ward was impeccably

streamed into the

bed was neatly made as though it had never

orderly, devoid of any

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

noticing her confusion. She pulled out

a letter left

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scrawled on

To Cecilia.

tore open the envelope, finding only a single sheet

wait

a good man,

letter slipped from

to bring herself to pick it

down her

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

found

told her not

she really waiting for

that he would join her for her prenatal

had simply thought about letting

hoped her presence would provide him with the

he left

bad. Cecilia couldn’t help but think that if she had been 18 years old again,

was over 30 years

into consideration, especially since she was mother

But he just left.

more

something amiss and was taken aback upon entering

Fowler, why are you

gently wiped her tears

crying,” she said, her voice

hurt

observed the letter on the floor

shreds. She managed

on, let’s just

understood that Mark’s illness

Recovery was uncertain.

loomed over him

his choice seemed designed to prevent her from bidding him

Mark’s

she said, “Ross, please accompany me to my prenatal

heart trembled, and he wordlessly escorted her out of

no one mentioned

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

left behind only a letter

had departed without

to see him for

day on, Mark had vanished from both

there had been such

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

Cecilia neither called Mark nor reached out

her mind, Mark ceased

a chilly ambiance over the