A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1951-1960

Chapter 1951 Settling into his chair, the doctor mulled over his words before speaking with a reassuring smile.

“Her physical injury is manageable.

However, mending her psychological scars is a tougher mountain to climb. I've been told her silence stems from emotional trauma. What delayed her treatment?” Mark's face was a canvas of stoicism.

His thoughts drifted to darker days. Days colored by Paul's demise, Cathy's unyielding nature, and Cecilia's suffering.

In a hushed tone, Mark confessed, “Life hasn't been kind to this little one. She's weathered many storms. I blame myself for not living up to my duties.” Well-versed in Mark's dynamics with the Fowler family, the doctor understood the depth of his involvement. He was privy to the tale of Mark forsaking his own wedding for the sake of this child.

The doctor scribbled down a treatment pathway, but then paused, pondering before softly adding, “Now's the prime time for her therapy.

Delay it, and relearning speech later will be her Sisyphean task, long and fraught with struggle.” “I'll discuss it with her,” Mark agreed, determination in his voice.

ANGELA'sLIBRARY Handing over a business card, the doctor offered a lifeline.

“Here's the contact of my mentor’s close colleague. He's a big shot in this field, often overseas. Should you seek guidance, ring him up and mention my referral.” Mark accepted the card, expressing his gratitude before exiting the doctor’s office.

He didn’t head straight back to the ward.

The corridor was a silent companion.

Drawn to a window at the corridors end, Mark embraced the gusts of summer heat that swept in. The warmth unsettled him, yet he needed this moment of discomfort to clear his head.

Later in the day, Laura was scheduled for minor surgery.

He phoned Cecilia, advising her not to hold dinner.

His voice softened with regret.

“We had plans for the weekend. I am so sorry.” Cecilia, now more at ease than before, was in the midst of meal prep with Zoey while keeping an eye on Olivia.

“I'll keep the kids and Zoey company. Don't worry about coming home,” she reassured him gently.

A smile touched Mark's Lips before concern crept in.

“How's Edwin? He seemed upset when I left. Keep an eye on him, Cecilia. I'll also have a chat with him later.”

Chapter 1952 She agreed with a nod, her gaze finding Edwin engrossed in a book under a tree's comforting shadow.

Their conversation wrapped up, and she ended the call.

Concerned about Cecilia's spirits, Zoey decided to lead both Cecilia and Olivia to check out her vault, a world of shimmering treasures.

Jewels adorned with pearls and emeralds made a grand appearance.

Each piece seemed to outshine the one before.

Cecilia had her fair share of beautiful things, but what woman could ever say no to more? Olivia, not really seeing the charm, draped herself in a lengthy string of green beads.

Rubies and sapphires were her choice next.

Their hues were vivid, almost painting a rainbow.

Adorning herself in these sparkling jewels, she smiled goofily.

Zoey, with a playful reprimand, asked, “Why the sudden shift to a pint-sized outlaw?” Understanding Zoey’s kindness, Cecilia responded, “Please, keep them.

They carry too hefty a price tag.” But Zoey didn't stash them away.

Rather, she presented even more treasures, leaving Cecilia torn between tears and laughter.

ANGELA'SLIBRARY However, Cecilia's amusement soon faded.

Fifteen minutes later, they went back to the yard, only to discover Edwin was nowhere to be found.

Edwin had been lost in a book there moments ago.

Anxiety also gripped Cecilia.

The two women, assisted by their servants, scoured the villas every nook and cranny for Edwin but to no avail. Finally, Zoey declared, “We need to ring Mark immediately. Nothing is more crucial than finding his boy. He needs to join the search.” Ht rr Ts rE rT Ss Koos Her voice betrayed her fear.

“Mark, we can’t find Edwin." In the hospital, an icy jolt shot through Mark's heart.]

Chapter 1953 His son was missing? Phone in hand, Mark exited the ward. Despite the chaos brewing inside, he took on the role of the rock for Cecilia.

“Stay calm. Have you looked through the villa’s security footage?” Through her tears, Cecilia replied, “I'm on it. He dashed out on his own.” The screen showed Edwin, stepping through the black, intricately carved door.

He rounded a corner and then, just like that, vanished.

A heavy dread settled in Mark's chest.

Battling his inner turmoil, he instructed, “Get my mother to watch over Olivia. I'm heading to the police station. If you can get there before me, please do. We need to review the nearby surveillance.” In this moment, Mark stood as the pillar of strength.

And Cecilia, she would heed his guidance.

So, both of them set off in the direction of the police station, making a call to Waylen en route to pull every string they could.

Upon his departure, Mark ran into Peter.

Learning of Edwin's disappearance, Peter didn't hesitate to tag along.

Angela's Library Once in the car, Mark phoned Cecilia.

“Remember the last time Edwin bolted? He headed to that apartment. Check there first. We'll touch base soon.” Cecilia agreed, her voice steady yet fraught with concern.

car pulled away from the hospital at a cautious pace, the urgency palpable

taxi halted at the hospital

over his shoulders, he scampered toward the in-patient

searched intently, floor after

in a VIP ward, he found

a sight

features, her skin

plaster, leaned against the

sketchbook was nearly

wedding dress, the epitome of elegance, took shape under

guided by a heart

his wife had always assumed the woman in Laura's drawings was Cathy since Cathy loomed large in Laura's memories.

Laura understood Mark's marriage never happened because

got to wear her

of becoming a designer. She

Cecilia wouldn't

also fell upon the wedding sketches. A fierce

mistook the woman for Cathy as

done

was a collection of Laura's

was nothing but

on the pristine bed, amidst Laura's hair, and over her

at the

His skin was perfect.

hair, a

Echoes of

together who he was. With a complexion as white as a sheet, she bent down, trying to

“Why are you always around?” Laura's face lost what little color it had

scene with the two children and looked about, bewildered... Where

Edwin here? The kids seem to

was a

the call, Peter turned to

there?” Mark figured

a flurry, he looped back, ringing Cecilia to

Relief washed over Mark.

a beeline for the

busied herself tidying the floor, while Laura sat on

a mix of remorse and

steps, and

gaze

emotion, Mark asked, “Why'd you lash

expect me to say sorry

was in the wrong, but wasn't Mark the real cause? For

right, but guilt shackled his

He probably hasn't eaten. He's just a kid... Go easy on him." Frustration

chose to stay with

up, sitting there, a portrait of

over

“I'll get you a new one,

1956 Laura

a

a sketch of a red

Cecilia looked in red on what should have been she

had unwittingly thrown a wrench

Edwin headed

Edwin brooding

Mark manned the wheel.

was

light flipped to red, he stopped the car and tried to bridge the gap with

that way. Think about her situation. She got

act

loss with Edwin,

villa and halted did Edwin murmur, “You never raised me or taught me anything.” With those words,

the gaping

door slamming behind him, bracing to confront Edwin

the hall, Mark

the stairs, his small frame

to play

muttering, “Go over there.” Mark's laughter was tinged

Ah!

So Edwin was both headstrong and mindful of his

word out, Edwin beat him

“I messed up.

not sorry.” Rage quivered

Damn.

Mark, unbridled, would've spanked Edwin

But confidence

over, quaking. Spotting her cherished grandson on his knees, her worry surged, and she tried to hoist him up.

hazy memory crossed

brimming with tears

seemed on the verge

was crying. So him kneeling

Edwin, whirled on Mark, her words a

Cathy should've faced worse, many times over, right? Cecilia and the kids have weathered so much due to your past escapades. You fret over someone else's child; what about your own? Or are Edwin and Olivia not worthy of being your kids? Fine, I'll take them away now. We'll steer clear of you. But let's get one thing straight, Mark. You're no big shot

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