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.

closely over the next

set up a heart monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing out the

keep putting me through this?” Cecilia's voice

voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling

It was Cecilia.

you shedding tears for me?” “No,” she

of his being, slowly reached out

changed. You used to be so candid

him, Cecilia

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

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

Olivia if something befell

voiced his thoughts, “Cecilia, I'm Edwin's dad. The rain was torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else

turned to her, eyes filled with

for words, Cecilia simply held Mark's hand, allowing him the peace to

ward door creaked open

a cooling patch still on his forehead

It was Edwin.

Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him to

relationship, Edwin's eyes

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

“You're still ill. Why are you

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, before darting away, the servant trailing

the boy, reflecting on Edwin's privileged lineage and the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even a simple treat like milk tea was a

the ward, Peter found

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 strength, Mark

still young.” Resting his head against Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia?

room to

for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for

was Mark's flesh and blood; he would go to any lengths to protect the

Peter comforted Mark

Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with

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

in

had a point. As parents, their

her intentions

thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up with

ts 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

tone, “You really have a way with

1976 He quipped, “Oh, you think 'm good? Well, compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of

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

“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

VIP ward, where Mark

slept all night, unwilling to close her eyes even for

that Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye haunted

gently placed Mark's hand on her warm cheek and

on his way to

witnessing this

get better.” Cecilia's voice

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

in a patient tone, explained, “He's been under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't

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

visit

me off guard this time.” Mark had always been

basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what

over the phone, he chose to take

impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in

tenderly wiped Mark's forehead, her expression filled

observing Rena's actions, couldn't resist a

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

Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently assessed Mark's

our old man.” Rena felt an

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

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

arrived with both Edwin and

that the servant

the door and ushered

on the bed, Mark remained in a serene repose,

for an

sister gently, whispering to her not to make

His gaze Lingered

back to one particular rainy night when Mark

On that evening, Edwin had been battling a fever

Mark was there, a steadfast presence by his

brimmed in

Olivia without uttering a word before carefully tucking her into

remained silent, her eyes fixed