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.

advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39 degrees, alert us

set up a heart monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing out

do you keep putting me

though feverish, seemed to recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling on a

It was Cecilia.

voice, he questioned, “Are you shedding tears for

his being, slowly

to be so candid

Nestling closer to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have

eyes, you'll

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

Edwin and Olivia if something

The rain was torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else would have? Your father’s advancing in age, and your brother has

her, eyes filled

my duty to be there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply

door creaked open

with a cooling patch still on his

It was Edwin.

Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him to the hospital, fearing

Mark's acknowledgment of their relationship,

but the boy shook his head, bolting away, only to collide

said, “You're still ill. Why are you here at the hospital?” Lips quivering, Edwin remained

children, Peter intuitively sensed Edwin's hesitance. Kneeling down to the boy's level, Peter comforted, “Your great uncle is okay.” “He's my dad,” Edwin whispered, before

hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even a simple treat

to the ward, Peter found Mark

tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state, he wanted to see you. You need to recover quickly, for them.” Mustering

just kids! And of course I am still young!” Chuckling, Peter agreed, “Yes, you're still young.” Resting his head 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

exited the room to gather

the dimly lit ward, Mark confided to Peter, “I don’t want her burdened with guilt. I'd give everything for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing the martyr might worry Cecilia more. She deeply cares about you.”

no act.” Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood; he would go to any

Peter comforted Mark until he fell

Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her

“When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be in high spirits when you return.” Cecilia shook her head

in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being, along with

a point. As parents, their

made her intentions

a thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit

sure to recover swiftly” Koos

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

to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit

unnoticed by Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at

him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the thought

not to mention it, deciding

ward,

all night, unwilling to close her eyes even for a

that Mark might vanish in

gently placed Mark's hand on her warm cheek and stared at

was on his way to the

witnessing this

please get better.” Cecilia's voice was

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

tone, explained, “He's been under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in

Cecilia felt some

to visit Mark, accompanied

Bee Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard this time.” Mark had always been

of basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a

the phone, he

he can be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in conversation, Rena attentively attended

Mark's forehead, her

Rena's actions, couldn't

of your own father, Rena.”

hand still on Rena's shoulder,

on our old man.” Rena felt an intense urge

observed the scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen

commitments for the

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

the three adults gone, the

with both

requested that the servant wait

opened the door and ushered

remained in a

Mark attentively for an extended

gently, whispering to her

resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered on

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

evening, Edwin had been battling a fever and considerable

Mark was there,

in

Olivia without uttering a word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and removing her

remained silent, her eyes fixed on