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.

closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39 degrees,

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

you keep putting me through this?” Cecilia's voice

voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling

It was Cecilia.

raspy voice, he questioned, “Are you shedding tears

weariness permeating every fiber of his being,

used to be

to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times

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

called my father and brother and you didn’t have to do this. Your health

and Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed down her face

“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

her, eyes

duty to be there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply held Mark's hand, allowing him the peace

door

boy with a cooling patch still on his forehead peeked

It was Edwin.

evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him

Mark's acknowledgment of their relationship,

to let Edwin inside, but the boy shook

aback, said, “You're still ill. Why are you here at the

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 darting away, the servant trailing

faced, living humbly in a small

the ward, Peter

blankets around Mark with a tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state, he wanted to see you. You need

quite the charmer, arent you? And I hate you! Edwin and Olivia are 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 and resilient, she

room to gather her

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.” Mark's voice was a whisper.

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

comforted Mark until he

engrossed in a

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

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

a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility was to

made her

a thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up

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

“You really have a way with words.” Peter breathed a sigh of relief,

“Oh, you think 'm good? Well, compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked, “Yes,

He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily

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

he opted not to mention it, deciding to

VIP ward, where Mark was peacefully

to close her eyes even

Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye

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

on his way to

his mind upon witnessing this

Cecilia's

time. An entire day had gone by,

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

awaken when he's had enough.” While Cecilia felt some relief at the

came to visit Mark, accompanied by

Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard

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

the phone, he chose to

quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and

wiped Mark's forehead, her expression filled

couldn't resist

care of your own father, Rena.” Rena shot

to say.” Waylen, with one hand still

check on our old man.” Rena felt an intense

Cecilia's eyes as she observed the scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen retained a

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so he

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

gone, the

servant arrived with both Edwin and

that the servant

Edwin opened the door

remained in a serene repose, his face

observed Mark attentively for an extended moment before affectionately addressing

whispering to

is resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered on

back to one particular rainy night when Mark

that evening, Edwin had been battling a

time he woke up, Mark was there,

brimmed in

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

eyes fixed on her