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.

an IV for Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next

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

you keep putting me through this?” Cecilia's voice

seemed to recognize her voice. He tried

It was Cecilia.

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

permeating every fiber of his being, slowly reached out

changed. You used to be so

Nestling closer to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have changed,

not the young girl you remember.” “But in my eyes, you'll always

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

Olivia if something befell you?” Tears

I hadn't stepped in, who else would have? Your father’s advancing in age, and your

slowly turned to her, eyes filled with

Lost for

ward door

with a cooling patch still on his

It was Edwin.

sitter to bring him to the hospital,

of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with mixed

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

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

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

he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for

the ward, Peter found

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

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

she exited the room

Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing the martyr might worry Cecilia more. She

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

comforted Mark until he

Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her film

the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be in high spirits when you return.” Cecilia

in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being, along

had a point. As parents, their

her intentions

pause, Peter's face

the best choice. With you by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to recover swiftly” Koos Upon hearing Peter's remark, Cecilia couldn't help

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

just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked, “Yes, he's quite skilled in

go unnoticed by Peter. He awkwardly scratched his

“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

not to mention it, deciding to tread

VIP ward, where Mark

to close her

Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye haunted

hand on her warm cheek

was on his way to

mind upon witnessing

Cecilia's

slumber for a long time. An entire day had gone by, yet

immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper

when he's had enough.” While Cecilia felt some relief at the

to visit Mark, accompanied by

off guard this time.” Mark had always been a meticulous

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

the phone, he

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

her expression filled with care and

actions, couldn't resist

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

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

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

Cecilia's eyes as she observed the scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen retained a certain childlike

had other commitments for the afternoon, so

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

gone, the atmosphere in the

with both Edwin

requested that the servant

Edwin opened the door and ushered his

Mark remained in a serene repose, his face

for an

gently, whispering to

His gaze Lingered

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

evening, Edwin had been battling a

time he woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence

brimmed in

before carefully tucking her into Mark's

her eyes fixed