A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1680

He checked his phone and found it was Cathy.

Mark picked up the phone, thinking it might be related to Laura.

Cathy sounded anxious as she spoke.

“Mark, how could you let the Thomas family compete with me over the custody of Laura? You even let Waylen handle this matter!” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Mark fell into a brief moment of quiet.

He said in a low voice, “If you treat Laura well, nobody will meddle in your affairs. Laura was never meant to be born then, and she should never have been made a pawn in your hands. You know how she caught pneumonia the last time. Cathy, stop it. Give both you and your daughter a slack.”

A soft smile crept onto Cathy’s face.

“With Waylen being the lawyer, I know I can’t win this case. Mark, I’m surprised to know the Fowler family should value you this much!

Waylen quit pursuing his legal career for Rena’s sake. However, he returned to his previous job because of you! That’s really something.”

After uttering hysterical words, Cathy ended the call before Mark could reply.

Mark stared at his phone.

Edwin’s expression changed. He had heard the conversation.

Once again, it involved Laura.

Edwin silently vowed to himself that when he grew up and had the strength, he would make things difficult for Laura.

Snapping back to reality, Mark turned his attention back to Edwin.

He affectionately tousled Edwin’s hair and said, “Well, there’s a kid of my colleague. Her name is Laura Thomas.” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Edwin leaned his head against Mark’s shoulder.

Edwin appeared lost in thought.

Cecilia climbed the stairs and gently pushed open the bedroom door on the second floor.

The room’s French-inspired decoration was a vision of beauty and romance, with airy lace curtains draping the expansive windows.

Cecilia’s gaze fell upon them, everything to her Liking.

Cecilia surveyed the room in tranquil silence.

A misty veil covered her eyes.

The setting sun cast a crimson hue through the lace-curtained French windows, captivating her.