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.

is in

his face displaying a touch

a bit

“He’ll come around

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

on the door

in this feminine bedroom countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an

turned to the Light, making it

quietly closed the bedroom

a small pink wooden crib, where Olivia

baby was over a

filled the room, and the

was tender, with brown curly

though her features were bright and attractive, in contrast to

Mark adored Olivia.

Olivia

eyes locked onto

and, instead of shying away, the little girl nuzzled closer

eyes

her bottom with his hand,

did you know I’m

Olivia

and snuggled her soft face

her body. He adjusted her

still standing

a flowery dress with a loose long cardigan, her

gentle breeze rustled the

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

arms, and Cecilia seemed to sense his presence. She softly said, “I thought

Mark remained silent.

gazed at him with reddened eyes and nose, indicating that she had been

motioned for her not to

over, but you

admitted, his voice choked

his deep regret, his words felt

not to

Olivia in Cecilia’s arms, softly brushed Olivia’s face with his slender fingers,

and said, “I just got

tears for the past two years. I heard you’ve been bringing Olivia to see her. Cecilia, thank you His words were

he really meant by

“I care about her,

“I know.”

Olivia. Despite his recent illness, he

a while, Mark was about to bid

entered the room and noticed the two of them engaged in a

for dinner. Today, we’re celebrating two joyful occasions simultaneously. My parents are

Two joyful occasions?

this, Mark detected something

haven’t seen my mom yet, and I’d like to visit

eyes didn’t miss the

today is from the Smith family, and he’s quite

slightly taken

had met the man once but hadn’t

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

“I’ll come to

that, Mark

black limousines had arrived at

and a man

an air of handsomeness and

Mark and greeted him

“Mr. Evans.”

and appraised the man

at that

man, Thomas Smith,

happened to be

Cecilia sitting next

lovely, though her eyes were slightly

the

gently taking Mark’s arm, and whispered to

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

two walked slowly

easy time these past two years. She’s been on several blind dates, but

reached the car,

in a

Mark’s gaze was tender.

adjust her disheveled hair, patting

understand. I

had fallen

often relied on her

to meet someone, and

hand, Rena seemed

car door for Mark and said, “Please give my regards to Grandma, and I’ll visit

Mark nodded.

noticed Edwin hiding behind the garden fountain,

Mark’s heart softened.

opened the trunk, and retrieved

of paper

his eyes

head and said, “I missed you

Angela’s Library

paper plane. At night, I could

Edwin remained silent.

then dragged the

gentle and handsome face

“He hasn’t spoken much in the past two years. He often sits on the terrace, waiting for an airplane to

raised his head slightly to blinked away his tears and said,

opened the car door, and got

Audis began to drive away, leaving Rena

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

as they walked slowly towards the

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.

a question,

my uncle

cigarette, wrapping his arm