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

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

you keep putting me through this?”

to recognize her voice. He tried to

It was Cecilia.

a raspy voice, he questioned, “Are you shedding

permeating every fiber of his being,

to be so candid

him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have changed,

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

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

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

hand firmly, Mark finally voiced his thoughts, “Cecilia, I'm Edwin's dad. The rain was torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else would have? Your

slowly turned to her, eyes filled with

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

door creaked

young boy with a cooling patch still on his

It was Edwin.

his sitter to bring him to the hospital,

Mark's acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with mixed

servant motioned to let Edwin inside, but the boy shook

ill. Why are you here at the hospital?” Lips quivering, Edwin

to the boy's level, Peter comforted,

on Edwin's privileged lineage and the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a

to the ward,

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,

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

exited the room to gather her

for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you,

Mark's flesh and blood; he would

Peter comforted Mark until he

found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her film

Peter began, “When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be in

stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's

As parents, their foremost responsibility

her

thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up

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

soft tone, “You really have a way with words.” Peter breathed a sigh of relief, his usual playful demeanor

the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked, “Yes, he's

awkwardly scratched his

Cecilia added, “I'm just teasing. I'm going to go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't

to mention

VIP ward,

slept all night, unwilling to close her eyes even

in

gently placed Mark's hand on her warm

was on his way to the

his mind upon witnessing this

better.” Cecilia's voice was

been in deep slumber for a long time. An entire day had gone by, yet he showed

“He's been under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in quite some time. This prolonged sleep is

While Cecilia felt some relief at the

came to visit

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

the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do

1977 Although Mark could issue instructions over the phone,

While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in conversation,

forehead, her

observing Rena's actions, couldn't

care of your own father, Rena.” Rena shot

word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's

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

eyes as she observed the scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so he

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

arrived with both Edwin

requested that the servant

opened the door

Mark remained in a serene

observed Mark attentively for an extended moment before

cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not to make

resting, okay?” His gaze

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

had been

Mark was there, a steadfast presence by

brimmed in Edwin's

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

silent, her eyes fixed on her