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.

Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39 degrees, alert us immediately.”

exited, Cecilia took

you keep putting me through this?”

her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling on

It was Cecilia.

you shedding

fiber of his being, slowly reached out to touch her

changed. You used to

to him, Cecilia murmured,

eyes, you'll always

have called my father and brother and

Edwin and Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed down

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

slowly turned to her,

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

ward door creaked

patch still on his forehead

It was Edwin.

sitter to bring him

of their relationship, Edwin's eyes

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

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

sensed Edwin's hesitance. Kneeling down to the boy's level, Peter comforted, “Your great uncle is okay.”

the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even a simple treat like milk tea was a luxury.

to the ward, Peter

adjusting the blankets around Mark with a tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill

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 wanted to be Mark's

room to

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.” 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

Peter comforted Mark until

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

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

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

a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility was

her intentions

a thoughtful pause, Peter's

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.”

to Mr. Evans, 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

by Peter. He awkwardly scratched his

going to go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't

opted not to mention it, deciding to

ward, where Mark

close her eyes

vanish in the blink of an eye

hand on her warm cheek and stared at

on his

changed his mind upon witnessing

get better.” Cecilia's voice was

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

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

felt some

visit Mark,

off guard this time.” Mark had always been a

anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm

instructions over the phone, he

impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in

forehead, her expression filled with care

couldn't

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

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

felt an intense urge to scold Waylen

Cecilia's eyes as she observed the scene, noting that

the afternoon, so he soon left with

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

arrived with both

that the servant wait

opened the door and

Mark remained in a serene repose, his face displaying a

Mark attentively for an extended moment

cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not to

resting, okay?” His

particular rainy night when Mark had emerged from the downpour to

had

was there, a steadfast presence by

in

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

remained silent, her eyes fixed