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 48 hours. If his

for Mark and exited, Cecilia took

me through this?”

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

It was Cecilia.

voice, he questioned, “Are you shedding tears for

weariness permeating every fiber of his being, slowly reached out to

used to be so candid and

Nestling closer to him,

remember.” “But in my eyes, you'll always be that same

could have called my father and brother and you didn’t have

if something befell you?” Tears streamed down her face

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, and your brother has four children

to her, eyes filled with

for words,

ward door

a cooling patch still

It was Edwin.

his sitter to bring him to the hospital, fearing

Mark's acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's

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

Why are you here at the hospital?”

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

the boy, reflecting on Edwin's privileged lineage and the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even a simple

the ward, Peter found

of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even

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

the room to gather

“Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing

it's no act.” Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood;

Peter comforted Mark until

in a call, likely with

Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be

sacrificed a coveted film role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being, along with Edwin

point. As parents, their foremost

her intentions

a thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up

ts the best choice. With you by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to recover swiftly” Koos Upon hearing Peter's remark, Cecilia couldn't

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

I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked, “Yes, he's quite skilled in that department.” Her words carried a

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

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

mention it,

the VIP ward, where Mark was peacefully

to close her eyes even

that Mark might vanish in the blink of an

warm cheek and stared at him, her

was on his

changed his mind upon witnessing this intimate scene

get better.” Cecilia's voice was

a long time. An entire day had gone

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

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

visit Mark,

Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard this time.” Mark had always been a meticulous and

Cecilia's apartment, there was likely a supply of basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down and resort to administering the medicine herself.

over the phone, he

times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in conversation, Rena attentively attended to

Mark's forehead, her expression filled with care

observing Rena's actions, couldn't resist a

seems like you're taking care of your own father, Rena.” Rena shot Waylen

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

me check on our old man.” Rena felt an

the scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen retained

other commitments for the afternoon, so he soon left

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

gone, the atmosphere

with both Edwin

the servant

opened the door and ushered his

in a serene repose,

attentively for an extended

gently, whispering to her

okay?” His gaze Lingered on

back to one particular rainy night

1978 On that evening, Edwin had been battling

up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence by

in

carefully

remained silent, her eyes fixed