A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

When Mark heard this, he looked at his phone.

After some time, he smiled and said, “Okay.”

Just then, the door was pushed open and a young doctor with blonde hair and blue eyes walked in.

“Mr. Evans, I want to talk to you about your condition,” he said to Mark.

Peter cursed the doctor in his mind.

Why did he choose to come at this particular time?

Nevertheless, Peter watched as Mark took the report from the doctor and read it. But all of a sudden, the originally happy smile on Mark’s face froze.

Peter’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed this.

“Wie have a new plan,” the young doctor said.

“But the course of treatment will be longer. It will take a year. The process will be very painful, but the chance of success could be increased from five percent to thirty percent. I just want to ask for your personal opinion, Mr. Evans. And of course, it will cost a lot of money.”

Thirty percent chance to live?

“I agree,” Mark said without hesitation.

The young doctor then handed him a document and asked him to read and sign it.

Mark no Longer had any energy to read another document, so he asked Peter to read it for him. Peter obeyed. After reading it, he kept quiet.

The treatment was indeed aggressive and painful. Any ordinary person would definitely give up, but Peter knew how much Mark wanted to live, so he said to his boss, “No problem. I’ll be there with you.”

Mark then took the pen and signed the form.

After signing, he slowly put down the pen and said, “I hope we can return home this time next year for a much-needed family reunion.”

He was hoping that he would still be alive by then.

Fourteen months soon came and went.

During spring, all things came back to life and the weather became warm again.

After Cecilia finished her work for the day, she drove back home.

The only thing on her mind was Olivia.

The 14-month-old baby hadn’t been completely weaned yet.

When she got home, she stepped down from the car with a bag of baguettes in her hand as usual

It was Marcus’ favorite food.

But Cecilia was moving slower than usual today. The reason was right in front of her–The Fowler residence was different today. There were several black Audis parked at the gate of the villa, and the fountain that hadn’t been working in a long time was now working.

At some point, she came to a complete halt.

She had just seen a handsome figure standing in the garden.

He was still thin, but he looked a lot better than he was the last time she saw him.

It was spring and he was wearing a dark brown sweater and a thin wool coat.

The bag of baguettes in Cecilia’s hand fell to the ground as she recognized the man she had been staring at.

“Mark,” she whispered with a gasp.

Mark had returned.

He had indeed comeback.

Cecilia had frequently experienced abrupt awakenings from her dreams, fearing that Mark had died.

News had circulated that he had been improving over the past six months, leading her to expect contact from him. However, he had never reached out to her.

Now, out of the blue, he had reappeared.

It was just like that evening many years ago when several Audis suddenly showed up at the villa. She was all frustrated because of Harold. Hearing the noise downstairs, she went to check and saw Mark there.

Cecilia’s eyes welled up with tears.

She stood motionless, gazing at Mark, while everything around them seemed to grow quiet.

Her mind went blank.

The only thing she knew was that he had returned.

Mark, too, looked at her with longing in his eyes.

She looked as beautiful as ever but had also matured.

Finally, Cecilia snapped back to reality. Her lips quivered, and her face turned unusually red. She bent down to conceal her emotions and began to pick up the bread that had fallen to the ground.

“They’re dirty. You can buy new ones next time.” Mark bent down to assist her.

Their hands grazed.

The simple touch of her skin elicited a strong reaction, and she suddenly stood up.

She left the baguettes on the ground and stumbled away.

Mark stood up and watched her retreating figure.

At the same time, Rena walked over slowly.

She held Edwin’s hand. Edwin appeared composed, but his dark eyes were fixed on Mark.

It was as though Edwin feared that Mark might disappear again.

“Uncle Mark!” Rena’s voice quivered slightly.

She looked up at Mark with admiration in her eyes. Her voice carried a hint of impending tears.

Over the past two years, she had visited Rouemn more than 20 times.

She had witnessed Mark’s most painful moments.

She knew how hard it had been for him to stand here today.

Thankfully, it was all over, and the future looked promising.

Mark gently patted Rena and bent down to look at Edwin. He asked gently, “Can you take me to see your sister?”

Edwin still maintained his stoic expression.

Mark felt a pang in his heart. He extended his hand to touch the little boy’s head, and said, “Silly boy.”

Edwin pursed his Lips.

replied, “She is

way, moving briskly, his face displaying a

a bit

softly, “He’ll come

handed the baguettes to Rena and followed Edwin. Edwin was still upset. He led Mark to the second floor before rushing off

knocked on the door and

feminine bedroom countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an extra sweet scent

terrace, her back turned to the Light, making it difficult for Mark

quietly closed

pink wooden crib, where

baby was over a

room, and the baby

was tender, with

bright and attractive, in contrast to

Mark adored Olivia.

then, Olivia woke

bright eyes

leaned down, scooped her up, and, instead of shying away, the little girl nuzzled

eyes

with his

did you know I’m your

Olivia

snuggled

emanating from her body. He adjusted her dress, and then walked out to the terrace with her in his

still

a flowery dress with a loose long cardigan, her long black hair cascading down her

gentle breeze rustled

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

to sense his presence. She softly said, “I thought you wouldn’t

Mark remained silent.

her head slightly, turned around, and gazed at him with reddened eyes and

motioned for her not to

tone, “We were over, but you should consider Edwin. You should have

know.” Mark admitted, his voice

deep regret,

not

Cecilia’s arms, softly brushed Olivia’s face with his slender fingers, and then gave her a pair

“I just got off the plane and came

my mom yet. She’s been in tears for the past two years. I heard you’ve

he really meant

and murmured, “I care about her, despite

“I know.”

playing with Olivia. Despite his recent illness,

while, Mark was about

entered the room and noticed the two of

you standing here? Let’s go downstairs for dinner. Today, we’re celebrating two joyful occasions simultaneously. My parents are in high spirits,

Two joyful occasions?

detected

mom yet, and I’d like to visit her first. Let’s have dinner another

didn’t

The gentleman joining us today is from the Smith family, and he’s

slightly

man once but hadn’t given it much

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

come to visit the children on another

Mark

more black limousines had arrived at the Fowler family’s

and a man in his early thirties stepped

air of handsomeness and

recognized Mark and greeted him

“Mr. Evans.”

and appraised the man for a moment before

arrived at

the young man, Thomas Smith, to sit

to be

Cecilia

lovely, though her

the table was somewhat

arm, and whispered to the others, “I’ll

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Mark didn’t decline.

slowly toward the parking

“Uncle Mark, Cecilia hasn’t had an easy time these past two years. She’s been on several blind

reached the car, Rena’s

is in a difficult

Mark’s gaze was tender.

her disheveled hair, patting her shoulder

understand. I let

had fallen

relied on

her to meet someone, and naturally she

hand, Rena

give my regards to Grandma, and I’ll visit her in a

Mark nodded.

he settled inside the car, he noticed Edwin hiding behind

Mark’s heart softened.

opened the trunk, and retrieved

thousands of paper

his eyes fixed on the paper

gently touched Edwin’s head and said, “I

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plane. At night, I could take

Edwin remained silent.

dragged the box

continued to squat there, his gentle and handsome face revealing

two years. He often sits on the terrace, waiting for an airplane to appear

head slightly to blinked away his tears and said,

stood up, opened the car door, and got

to drive away, leaving Rena standing there for a long

“Your eyes aren’t red because you got something in them, right? I don’t think Mrs. Gordon

arm as

nothing they couldn’t discuss as a couple. Rena asked softly, “Why did you invite the young man from the Smith family today of all days? I can see that both Uncle Mark and Cecilia are

Waylen smiled faintly.

with a question, “Are

my uncle and the other is

stopped and lit a cigarette,