A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1971 The sudden heat startled him.

‘Alarmed, Edwin noted the fevered flush on Mark's face.

His intention to call the servant halted as the door swung open.

Cecilia's voice echoed with concern.

“How's Edwin? Is Mark still here?” As the servant stirred a pot of light yet nutritious soup, she chimed in, “The boy's fever broke. Mr. Evans has been by his side all night. Last night's rain was fierce, and I noticed he had a cut on his forehead.” Cecilia hastened inside.

Edwin, though wan, looked rejuvenated.

Cecilia enveloped him, relief evident.

Eyes brimming with worry, Edwin whispered, “Dad's running a fever. He's burning up.” Frozen, Cecilia processed the revelation.

Rushing to Mark's side, she noted his damp hair and the bathrobe he wore.

‘A mix of fear and concern, she laid her hand on his forehead, confirming Edwin's claim.

The servant interjected, “He braved the storm last night. He must've caught something. It’s unfortunate. Mr. Evans has always been frail.

What if." Edwin's face drained of color.

Trembling, he clung to Cecilia's leg.

‘Composure regained, Cecilia dialed 911.

“Harmony Apartment. We need an ambulance.” Next, she reached out to Peter, urging him to alert Mark's physician to meet them at the hospital.

Ts RE EEE Ce 5 Sin sit Koos With wobbly legs, she leaned against the bed, her touch lingering on Mark's heated brow.

Silent in his determination, Edwin fetched a towel, dabbing away the moisture from his father’s form.

His resolute actions weighed on Cecilia's heart.

Chapter 1972 In a soft call, she said, “Edwin.” Eyes glistening, Edwin's voice broke.

“Will my great uncle be okay?” “He will,” Cecilia whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Soon after, the ambulance sirens signaled its arrival.

Cecilia made the decision not to allow Edwin to accompany them, asking the servant to tend to him and Olivia instead.

By the time she got to the hospital, Peter was already there, and the medical team was prepped and waiting.

Mark lay pale and motionless on the emergency stretcher, caught in a semi-conscious state.

His primary doctor quickly assessed him, frustration evident.

“Given his condition, he should have been more cautious. He could've lost his life.” Peter nervously wrung his hands.

As Mark underwent examination, Cecilia, with a vacant stare towards the overhead lights, confided in Peter.

“Mark faced that storm just to be with ailing Edwin." It wasn't until she followed the paramedics downstairs that Cecilia noticed Mark's damaged car.

She tried to imagine Mark's perilous journey through the downpour.

Despite his naturally cautious nature, his commitment to Edwin had driven him.

He had wanted to dispel Edwin's doubts about his affection, even at personal risk.

Recollections of Mark's poignant words flooded her thoughts.

“I'm not the young man I once was, Cecilia. Time is fleeting.” With a shaky exhale, tears slipped from her eyes onto the sterile floor.

She whispered to Peter, “You think I didn’t treat him right, don’t you?" Caught off guard, Peter sighed.

“It's complicated, Cecilia. No one else would understand Mr. Evans the way you do, but also, he wouldn't have held on to anyone the way he has with you.” Peter connected with Cecilia during the prolonged wait.

Chapter 1973 “How is Laura's leg?” Cecilia inquired gently.

“She's on the mend. She'll be back on her feet in a few months,” Peter replied.

Cecilia gave a slight nod.

“Could you get her a gift for me later? A toy or something. Just... don't let her know it's from me.” Peter looked conflicted.

Over the years, he had seen the ebb and flow of right and wrong, and he wondered if he should have refrained from calling Mark that day.

Their wait felt interminable.

Finally, the door to the examination room swung open, and the doctor stepped out.

“He's got acute pneumonia. It could be mild or severe.

You need to get him admitted right away.” Peter immediately went to make the necessary arrangements.

Soon after, Mark was transferred to a VIP room.

she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next

Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing out the lines on his

me through this?” Cecilia's

seemed to recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling

It was Cecilia.

a raspy voice, he questioned, “Are you

weariness permeating every fiber of his being, slowly

used to be so

to him, Cecilia murmured,

you'll always be that same

I could have called my father and brother and you didn’t have to do this.

would happen to Edwin and Olivia if something befell

finally voiced his thoughts, “Cecilia, I'm Edwin's dad. The rain was torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else would have? Your father’s advancing in age,

her, eyes filled

son. It’s my duty to be there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia

ward door creaked open

with a cooling patch still on his forehead peeked in

It was Edwin.

to bring him

Mark's acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's eyes

servant motioned to let Edwin inside, but the boy shook his head,

still ill. Why are you here at the hospital?” Lips quivering, Edwin remained

down to the boy's level, Peter comforted, “Your great uncle is okay.” “He's my dad,” Edwin whispered, before darting away, the

the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for

the ward, Peter found Mark

rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state, he wanted to

against Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words." Though Cecilia realized they were jesting to lighten her mood, it only deepened her melancholy. Strong and

she exited the room to

Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing the martyr might

was Mark's flesh and blood; he would go to any lengths

Peter comforted Mark until he fell

the ward, Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her

you can continue your

coveted film role to stay in

had a point. As parents, their

made her intentions

Peter's face

by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to recover

in a soft tone, “You really have a way with words.” Peter breathed a sigh of

'm good? Well, compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of

Peter. He awkwardly scratched

“I'm just teasing. I'm going to go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the thought that her remark was far from casual; she was clearly

he opted not to mention it, deciding to

the VIP ward, where Mark was

close

might vanish in the blink of an eye

hand on her warm cheek and stared at him, her

was on his way to the

witnessing this intimate scene

please get better.” Cecilia's voice

had been in deep slumber for a long time. An entire day had gone by, yet he showed no

“He's been under an immense amount of stress, and

he's had enough.” While Cecilia felt some relief at the doctor's explanation,

visit Mark,

CH Fr me Bee Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off

with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do

could issue instructions over the phone,

“Turns out he can be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and

her

observing Rena's actions, couldn't

your own father, Rena.” Rena shot Waylen a

say.” Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently assessed

man.” Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen but

up in Cecilia's eyes as she observed the scene, noting that despite his age,

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

the three adults gone, the atmosphere

servant arrived with both Edwin

that the

opened the door and ushered

in a serene repose, his

for an extended moment before affectionately

sister gently, whispering to her

okay?” His gaze Lingered on

thoughts drifted back to one particular rainy night when Mark had emerged

that evening, Edwin had

time he woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence

in

uttering a word before carefully tucking her

remained silent, her eyes fixed