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.

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

Cecilia took

you keep putting me through this?”

seemed to recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling on a hazy

It was Cecilia.

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

his being, slowly reached out to

You used to be

him, Cecilia murmured,

“But in my eyes, you'll always

my father and brother and you didn’t have to

Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed down her

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

her, eyes

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

ward door creaked

a cooling patch

It was Edwin.

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

relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with mixed

motioned to let Edwin inside, but the boy shook his head, bolting away, only

you here at the hospital?” Lips

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

the boy, reflecting on Edwin's privileged lineage and the hardships he had faced, living humbly

ward,

a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even

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. Strong and resilient, she wanted to

she exited the room to gather her

guilt. I'd give everything for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing the

no act.” Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood; he would go to any

Peter comforted Mark until he fell

Cecilia engrossed in a call,

on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be in high spirits

had sacrificed a coveted film role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being, along

their foremost responsibility

her

pause, Peter's face Lit up

he's sure to recover

with words.” Peter breathed a sigh of relief, his usual playful demeanor

“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.”

scratched his head, momentarily at a loss for

Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the

to mention it, deciding

VIP ward, where Mark was peacefully

all night, unwilling to close her

thought that Mark might vanish in the blink of an

gently placed Mark's hand on her warm cheek and stared

was on his way to the

he changed his mind upon witnessing this intimate scene and

better.” Cecilia's voice was almost a

An entire day had gone by, yet he showed

been under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in

enough.” While Cecilia felt some relief at the doctor's

came to visit Mark, accompanied

off guard

of basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down and

the phone,

whispered, “Turns out he can be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in

forehead, her expression filled with care

couldn't resist a teasing

taking care of your own father, Rena.” Rena

never have a kind word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still

me check on our old man.” Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen

she observed the scene, noting that despite his age,

had other commitments for the afternoon, so he

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere

arrived with both Edwin

the servant wait

initiative, Edwin opened the door and ushered his sister

Mark remained in a serene repose, his face displaying

for an extended moment

his sister gently, whispering to her not to

His gaze Lingered on

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

Edwin had been

was there, a steadfast

in

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

silent, her eyes