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.

“Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his

for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing out

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

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

It was Cecilia.

he questioned, “Are you shedding tears for me?” “No,”

weariness permeating every fiber of his being, slowly

used to be

to him, Cecilia murmured,

not the young girl you remember.” “But in my eyes, you'll always be that same

could have called my father and brother and

something befell you?” Tears

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 on in

turned to her, eyes filled with

my duty to be there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply held Mark's

door

a cooling patch still on

It was Edwin.

persuaded his sitter to bring him to the hospital, fearing for Mark's

of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with mixed

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

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

encountered many 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 darting away, the

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

ward,

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 to recover quickly, for them.”

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."

exited the room to gather her

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.” Mark's voice

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

Mark until he fell

ward, Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with

you can continue your work. He'll be in high spirits when you return.” Cecilia

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

parents, their foremost

her

pause, Peter's face Lit up

to recover swiftly” Koos

have a way with

of

Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at

just teasing. I'm going to go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the thought that her remark was

he opted not to mention

entered the VIP ward, where

all night, unwilling to close her eyes even

that Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye haunted

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

his way to

witnessing this

please get better.” Cecilia's voice

time. An entire day had gone by, yet he showed no signs of

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

came to visit

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

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

could issue instructions over the phone, he

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

her expression filled with

couldn't

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

never have a kind word to 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 despite his age, Waylen retained

for the afternoon, so he soon left with

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere

with both Edwin and

the servant

opened the door and ushered

a serene

observed Mark attentively for an extended

his sister gently, whispering to her not to make

is resting, okay?” His gaze

back to one particular rainy night when Mark had emerged from the downpour to comfort

evening, Edwin had been battling

was there, a steadfast presence

brimmed in Edwin's

word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and removing

eyes