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.

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

set up a heart monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing

do you keep putting me

recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his

It was Cecilia.

raspy voice, he questioned, “Are you shedding tears for me?”

being, slowly reached out to

You used to

to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have changed,

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

to think sensibly. I could have called my father and brother and you didn’t have

and Olivia if something befell you?” Tears

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

slowly turned to her, eyes

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

ward door creaked

with a cooling patch

It was Edwin.

worry evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him to

of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with mixed

but the boy shook his head, bolting away,

still ill. Why are you

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

the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even

to the ward, Peter found

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 you. You need to recover quickly, for them.” Mustering the strength, Mark

head against Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words." Though Cecilia realized they were jesting to

the 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

Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood; he would go to

Mark until he fell

engrossed in a call, likely with

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

had sacrificed a coveted film role to stay in Duefron,

a point. As parents, their

made her

a thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up

With you by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to

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

'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.” Her words carried a tinge

awkwardly scratched his

surprise, Cecilia added, “I'm 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

not to mention it, deciding

VIP ward,

slept all night, unwilling to close

thought that Mark might vanish in the

her warm cheek and

on his way to the

witnessing this intimate scene and

please get better.” Cecilia's voice

long time. An entire day had gone by, yet

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

While Cecilia felt some relief at the doctor's explanation, she

came to visit Mark, accompanied by

Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard this

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

issue instructions over the phone, he chose to take the risk

out he can be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia

forehead, her

couldn't

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

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

felt an intense urge to scold Waylen but held

observed the scene, noting

Library Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so he soon left

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

servant arrived with both Edwin

the

Edwin opened the door and

on the bed, Mark remained in a serene

for an extended moment before affectionately

sister gently, whispering to her not to make

is resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered

night when Mark had emerged from the downpour to

Edwin had been battling a fever

he woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence by his

brimmed in Edwin's

carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and

eyes fixed on her