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.

medication, a nurse started an IV for Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39 degrees,

Cecilia took a

keep putting me through

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

It was Cecilia.

“Are you shedding tears for me?”

being, slowly reached out to touch

used to be so candid

Nestling closer to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have

in my eyes, you'll always be that same young girl” Emotion welled up

my father and brother and you

and Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed

“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 as well as Rena to look after.” Cecilia looked

to her,

be there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply

ward door creaked open

young boy with a cooling patch still

It was Edwin.

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

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

the boy shook his head, bolting away, only

are you here at the

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

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 treat like milk tea was

to the ward, Peter found Mark

Gently adjusting the 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

Resting his head against Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words."

the room to gather her

want her burdened with guilt. I'd give everything for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his

blood; he would go to any lengths

Mark until he

engrossed in a call,

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

role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being,

As parents, their foremost responsibility was to

her intentions

a thoughtful pause, Peter's

you by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to recover swiftly” Koos Upon hearing Peter's remark, Cecilia

really have a way with words.” Peter breathed a sigh of

“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's quite skilled in that department.”

Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at

now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the thought that her remark was far from casual; she was clearly

mention it, deciding

entered the VIP ward, where Mark was

night, unwilling to close

in the blink of an

placed Mark's hand on her warm

was on his way

upon witnessing this

please get better.” Cecilia's voice was almost

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

grew, and she persistently sought answers. The 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 in quite some time. This

enough.” While Cecilia felt some relief at the

to visit Mark, accompanied by

Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard this

make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down

over the phone, he

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

Mark's forehead, her expression

observing Rena's actions, couldn't resist

care of your own father, Rena.”

have a kind word to say.” Waylen, with one hand

check on our old man.” Rena felt an intense urge

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

commitments for the afternoon,

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere in

with

requested that the servant

opened the door and ushered

on the bed, Mark remained in a serene repose,

an extended

cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not to make

is resting, okay?” His gaze

night

evening, Edwin had been

woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence

in Edwin's

before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt

her eyes fixed