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.

necessary 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, alert

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

you keep putting me

tried to focus, his eyes

It was Cecilia.

he questioned, “Are you shedding tears

fiber of his being, slowly reached out to touch

to be

to him, Cecilia

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

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

Olivia if something befell you?” Tears

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 father’s advancing in age, and your brother has four

slowly turned to her,

there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia

ward door

with a cooling patch still on his forehead peeked in

It was Edwin.

to bring him to the hospital, fearing

their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with

Edwin inside, but the boy shook his head, bolting

said, “You're still ill. Why are you here at the hospital?”

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 servant

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

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

charmer, arent you? And I hate you! Edwin and Olivia are just 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." Though Cecilia realized they were jesting to lighten her mood, it only deepened her melancholy.

exited the room to gather her

“Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you,

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

Library Peter comforted Mark until

found Cecilia engrossed in

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As parents, their foremost

her intentions

thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up with

he's sure to recover swiftly” Koos Upon hearing Peter's

really have a way with words.” Peter

you think 'm good? Well, compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia

go unnoticed by Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at a loss

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

to mention it,

entered the VIP ward, where Mark was peacefully

close

in the blink of

hand on her warm cheek

was on his way to the

mind upon witnessing this intimate scene

get better.” Cecilia's

in deep slumber for a long time. An entire day had

under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in quite some time. This prolonged sleep is his way of catching up on

While Cecilia felt

came to visit Mark, accompanied by

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

servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down and resort to administering

issue instructions over the phone, he chose to take

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

Mark's forehead, her

observing Rena's actions, couldn't resist

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

with one hand still on Rena's

Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen but held

scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen retained a certain

the afternoon, so he soon left with

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere in the

servant arrived with both Edwin

requested that the servant wait

Edwin opened the door

in a serene repose, his face

for an

to her not to make a

okay?” His gaze

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

had been battling

woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence

in

uttering a word before carefully tucking her into Mark's

remained silent, her eyes fixed