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.

the necessary medication, a nurse started an IV for Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39 degrees,

a heart monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a seat

keep putting me through this?” Cecilia's voice

recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his

It was Cecilia.

a raspy voice, he questioned, “Are you shedding

fiber of his being, slowly reached out to touch her

to

1974 Nestling closer to him, Cecilia

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

my father and brother and you didn’t have to do

happen to Edwin and Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed down her

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 children as well

turned to her, eyes filled with

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

door

patch still on his forehead

It was Edwin.

sitter to bring him to the hospital, fearing

relationship,

boy

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

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

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 luxury.

to the ward,

around Mark with a tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in

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

she exited the room

confided to Peter, “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 was a whisper.

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

Library Peter comforted Mark

engrossed in a call, likely with

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

in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being,

their foremost

made her intentions

pause, Peter's face Lit up with

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

soft tone, “You really have a way with

compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of

Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at

go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss

he opted not to mention

entered the VIP ward, where Mark was peacefully

slept all night, unwilling to close

Mark might vanish in

warm cheek and stared at him, her gaze

on his way to

he changed his mind upon witnessing this intimate scene and quietly

better.” Cecilia's

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

explained, “He's been under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in quite some time. This

felt some

to visit Mark,

CH Fr me Bee Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard this time.” Mark

couldn't make a decision of what to

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

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

tenderly wiped Mark's forehead, her expression filled with

couldn't

you're taking care of your own father,

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

our old man.” Rena felt an intense

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

for the

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere

arrived with both Edwin and

requested that the servant

opened the door and ushered

remained in a serene repose, his face

for an extended moment before affectionately addressing

to her not to make a

is resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered

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

had been battling a fever and

Mark was there, a steadfast presence by

in

uttering a word before carefully tucking her

silent, her eyes