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.

him closely over the next 48 hours.

heart monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a

me through this?” Cecilia's

though feverish, seemed to recognize her voice. He tried to focus,

It was Cecilia.

you shedding tears for me?” “No,” she

weariness permeating every fiber of his being, slowly reached out to

used to be so candid

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

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

to think sensibly. I could have called my father and brother

and Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed

torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else

slowly turned to her, eyes filled with

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

ward door creaked

boy with a cooling patch still on his forehead

It was Edwin.

evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to

acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered

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

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

sensed Edwin's hesitance. Kneeling down to the boy's level, Peter comforted, “Your great

and the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a

the ward,

of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state,

Resting his head against Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words." Though Cecilia realized they were jesting to

the room to gather her

“I don’t want her burdened with guilt. I'd give everything for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing the martyr might worry Cecilia more. She deeply cares about you.” Mark's voice

flesh and blood;

comforted Mark until

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

began, “When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your

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

had a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility

her intentions

pause, Peter's face Lit up with

he's sure to

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

in the art of

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

added, “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 remark was far from casual; she was clearly

opted not to mention it, deciding to

the VIP ward,

all night, unwilling to close her eyes even for a

vanish in the blink of an

warm cheek and stared

his way to

mind upon witnessing this intimate

get better.” Cecilia's voice was almost

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

of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in quite

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

came to visit Mark,

off guard

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

Although Mark could issue instructions over the phone, he chose to take the risk

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

tenderly wiped Mark's forehead, her expression filled

couldn't resist a teasing

own father, Rena.” Rena shot Waylen a

word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still

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

she observed the scene, noting that despite

commitments for the

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere in

with both

the

the initiative, Edwin opened the

the bed, Mark remained in a serene

for an extended moment

whispering to her not to make

okay?” His gaze Lingered on

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

that evening, Edwin had been battling a fever and

Mark was there,

brimmed in Edwin's

word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and

silent, her eyes fixed