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

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

keep putting me through

tried to focus, his eyes settling

It was Cecilia.

“Are you shedding tears for me?”

fiber of his being, slowly reached out to

used to be

to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have

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

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

Olivia if something

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.”

turned to her, eyes filled with

him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply held Mark's hand, allowing him the

door creaked open

with a cooling patch still on his forehead peeked

It was Edwin.

Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him

their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with

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

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

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,

reflecting on Edwin's privileged lineage and the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even

the ward, Peter found Mark

tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill

quite 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

exited the room to gather

Mark confided to Peter, “I don’t want her burdened with guilt. I'd give everything for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just

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

Peter comforted Mark

Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her

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

in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being, along with Edwin and Olivia's

parents, their foremost responsibility was to

her

pause, Peter's face

the best choice. With you by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to recover swiftly”

have a way with words.”

good? Well, compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked,

awkwardly scratched his

see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the thought that her remark was far

he opted not to mention it, deciding to tread

ward, where

to close her

thought that Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye

her warm cheek and stared at him,

on his way to the

mind upon witnessing this

get better.” Cecilia's voice was

a long time. An entire day had

anxiety grew, and she 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 had a proper rest in quite some

felt some relief at

visit

me Bee Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard this

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 that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down

over the phone,

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

tenderly wiped Mark's forehead, her expression

actions, couldn't resist a teasing

seems like you're taking care of your own father,

never have a kind word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently assessed Mark's condition by touching

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

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

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so he soon

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

the atmosphere in

with both

that the

opened the

a serene repose,

attentively for an

whispering to

resting, okay?” His gaze

night when Mark had emerged from the downpour to

evening, Edwin had been battling

up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence by

in Edwin's

carefully tucking her into

eyes fixed on her