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

Mark and exited, Cecilia

me through this?”

He tried to focus, his

It was Cecilia.

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

being, slowly reached out to

to be so candid and

Nestling closer to him, Cecilia

you'll

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

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

Mark finally voiced his 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

turned to her, eyes filled with

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

door creaked open

a cooling patch still on his forehead peeked in

It was Edwin.

worry evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to

Mark's acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with

inside, but the boy shook his head,

you here at the

boy's level, Peter comforted, “Your great uncle is okay.” “He's my dad,” Edwin whispered, before darting

he had faced, living humbly

the ward, Peter found

the blankets around Mark with a tenderness rivaling 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,

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 Cecilia realized they were jesting to lighten her mood, it only deepened

the room to gather 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; he would go to any

Peter comforted Mark

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

Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue

coveted film role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing

their

her intentions

Peter's face Lit up

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

tone, “You really have a way with words.” Peter breathed a

compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked, “Yes, he's

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

surprise, Cecilia 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

opted not to mention it, deciding to

the VIP ward, where

night, unwilling to close

vanish in the blink

hand on her warm

on his way to the

he changed his mind upon witnessing this intimate

better.” Cecilia's voice

for a long time. An entire

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

enough.” While Cecilia felt some relief at the doctor's explanation, she remained

to visit Mark, accompanied by

Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard

children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at

instructions over the phone,

times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in conversation, Rena

her expression

observing Rena's actions, couldn't resist a

care of your own father, Rena.” Rena shot Waylen a

have a kind word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently assessed

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

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

the afternoon, so he soon

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

with both Edwin and

requested that the servant

the initiative, Edwin opened the door and ushered his

a serene repose, his face displaying a

for an extended

his sister gently, whispering to her not to

is resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered

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

had

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

brimmed in Edwin's

without uttering a word before carefully tucking her into Mark's

remained silent, her eyes