A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1961 He brought the dishes to the table.

He took a look at Edwin who was still on his knees.

Mark put down the tray and wiped his hands.

“Lunch is ready. You might not be hungry, but your sister might be. Do you want her to starve while keeping you company?” Edwin glanced at his sister.

Olivia pointed at her open mouth and said, “Hungry.” Edwin pursed his lips and then got up from the floor. He took Olivia by the hand and led her to the dining table.

He didn’t say a word, but he obviously wanted to hoist his sister up onto one of the chairs.

ANGELA'sLIBRARY But the eight-year-old Edwin wasn't strong enough to give Little Olivia a boost.

With one hand, Mark lifted Olivia onto a seat. Then, he put a bib around her neck and began piling food onto the children’s plates.

Zoey came over and commented with a smile, “Wow. You're like a real father now.” Mark chanced a glance at Cecilia. She didn’t show any expression on her face. Mark muttered, “That's not up to you, Mom. That's for the mother of my children to decide.” Ignoring Mark's words, Cecilia ate silently.

It was already half past two in the afternoon when they finished eating.

Zoey took Edwin and Olivia away.

Mark went upstairs to have a talk with Cecilia.

About today’s incident, to be more specific, it was a conflict between the two children and Edwin's one-sided roughness.

It was also the second time that Edwin had run away from home.

Mark was very worried.

Upstairs, Cecilia was sitting on the sofa by the window.

Obviously, she also wanted to talk to Mark.

Mark wanted to relax himself first, so he took a shower to get rid of the smell of the curry.

He changed into fresh clothes after taking a shower.

Cecilia looked at him.

Chapter 1962 Mark walked over, sat opposite her, and asked softly, “Are you still blaming me?” Cecilia shook her head slightly in response.

After that, silence reigned between the two of them. After a while, Mark was the first to speak up.

“Cecilia, about the matter of Cathy...

Maybe both you and I have already let it go, but Edwin still remembers.” That was why Edwin was so rebellious today.

Cecilia didn’t know how to talk to Mark.

However, Mark had already thought about it. He stood up, half squatted in front of Cecilia, and said in a low, hoarse voice, “There are two plans now. The first is that I never see that child again, and the second is that... We take Edwin to a therapist.” Cecilia looked at Mark with wide eyes.

A small cry escaped her throat as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Mark held her hand.

He didn’t try to comfort her or stop her. He knew that she needed to have her reaction.

As Edwin's parents, it would be difficult for them to accept that their son might be mentally ill.

A long time passed.

The sun had begun setting. Its orange rays shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and gave the bedroom a golden glow, which brought out the gentleness in Cecilia's face. She asked calmly, “What's your decision, Mark?" On one side was Mark's own son, and on the other side was Paul's daughter.

‘What would Mark's choice be? When Cecilia asked, she had an idea in her mind.

If Mark chose Laura this time, no matter how much Cecilia loved Mark, Cecilia would leave with Edwin and Olivia.

Cecilia wasn't that magnanimous.

Mark squeezed her hand and answered softly, “I will never go there again.” Sad and embarrassed, Cecilia turned away.

Cecilia didn’t want to target Laura. She knew that Laura was innocent, but life just sucked.

Cecilia also didn't want Edwin to see a therapist at such a young age.

Chapter 1963 After saying that, Mark felt bad.

He stood up and went to the terrace to call Peter. After a few simple words, Mark hung up the phone.

‘When Mark came back, he found Cecilia leaning against the sofa and in a daze.

Mark walked over and held Cecilia. He gently moved her so that her head was resting on his abdomen.

He asked in a tentative tone, “Do you regret making up with me?” Cecilia didn't say anything.

She and Mark both knew that Edwin wasn't well.

Edwin felt that Mark didn’t love him. He also thought that, in Mark's heart, he was never as important as Laura.

This matter affected the atmosphere at home.

At night, Cecilia didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as Mark, so she took the children back to the Fowlers’ house on that very Saturday night.

Unexpectedly...

Waylen was in the Fowlers’ house, but Rena and her children weren't there.

Seeing Waylen, Cecilia felt a little scared.

Crossing his long legs, Waylen looked at Cecilia and snorted, “What happened? Did you two fight again?” Cecilia was too abashed to say it.

the sofa and grunted, “No.” Waylen held Olivia in his arms and lightly pinched her

fight about the same thing again. Cecilia, you already have a son and a daughter. Broaden your perspective. Don't think about getting married. You two can Live together and separate when necessary. It's actually perfect.” Descending the staircase, Korbyn happened to

Korbyn'’s face darkened.

the hell are you teaching your sister, Waylen? Keep your misguided ideals to yourself. You don’t need to spew them all over

agrees with me, though” Korbyn

But at this time, Cecilia said gently, “I think Waylen is

Korbyn, stood up, and drawled, “I should go. Otherwise, your sister-in-law will think I'm attending to some monkey business. You know how suspicious she

He didn’t have Alzheimer’s.

that he went to the hospital to visit Laura a few years ago and lost Edwin for the

went

couldn't do

he tell Edwin about that? Waylen clearly remembered that

was New

It was snowing.

sitting

fall outside, Edwin had waited patiently

wanted to hear Mark call him

only eight years old, but Mark had already put the poor little boy through enough heartbreak to last a

and he had to make it up to not only just Cecilia but also

Waylen had said enough.

Rena

Waylen left, Korbyn looked at his beloved

seems that... It seems that your brother is right.” Cecilia nodded

together too soon, and the feeling of falling in

she felt

to think

spent the whole day with the kids. The following week, Mark came to see them every other day. But he

again. Mark drove

Olivia saw him,

at the door and doing his

his arms, sat beside Edwin,

servants who was watching the children said, “She is out of town filming. She will be gone for a week." Hearing this, Mark

shoot a film and wouldn't be back for a

The servant smiled.

cried and cried. She was sad to see her mother go. You've come just in time. You can keep the children company.” Mark could only

servant to make

helped Edwin

happened, Edwin had only gone colder and colder to

Mark said, “I should apologize to you for what happened that day.” Edwin just kept scribbling on

a short pause, he replied, “It doesn’t matter. I'm used to it” He didn’t say anything more. He just sat there and silently

was something that couldn't be redeemed no matter how

1966 Edwin seemed to have developed a psychological defense against Mark.

Edwin cared about Mark.

longer open

only swallow his bitterness and endure the cold shoulder Edwin was giving him.

weekend, Edwin didn't take the initiative to

was Monday

window of his office, Mark

week, Mark had very Little contact

could feel Cecilia's coldness toward him, which really wasn’t born out of dislike. It was just

things up to her, and she didn’t know how to get

Mark

for a while and found that she was

summer, there

the entire city was set alight on and off for a

to be as lively as the

Rain poured down endlessly.

at the dark sky, Mark decided to spend the night in his office instead of

millions of things were racing in his

showed Cecilia's landline

phone in a

in Miss Fowler's Tees weather, I can't get a doctor to come and check on him. Can you help? I can't get through to the Fowler villa as well. They might not be

1967 But Mark had hung up

and made his way out of

in the open parking lot outside. The wind and rain whipped at him

Mark couldn't care

car door,

inside of his

the driver's seat and shut the door. Then, he gunned the engine and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest setting, his wipers were no match

appeared blurry

to drive

the city, blowing all kinds of rubbish into the air and felling trees

was already halfway

down onto the car out

hit the back

reeling for more than ten meters

from

blood off his

times before it went

Cecilia called

couldn't get a hold of

ventured into the inclement weather to attend to Edwin, and he wasn't picking up

1968 The storm

if the rainstorm were a chain, linking heaven and

in the distance, the dark sky was pierced by a bright white light, like a

car had

the interior