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.

Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours.

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

keep putting me through

recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling on a

It was Cecilia.

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

fiber of his being, slowly reached out to

You used to be so candid and

closer to him, Cecilia

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

my father and brother and you didn’t have to do this. Your health

Edwin and Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed

stepped in, who else would have? Your father’s advancing in age, and your brother has four children as well as Rena to

slowly turned to her, eyes

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

door creaked open

with a cooling patch still on his forehead

It was Edwin.

Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him to the

relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with

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

aback, 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 uncle is okay.” “He's my dad,” Edwin whispered, before

gaze lingered on the boy, reflecting on Edwin's privileged lineage and the hardships he had faced, living humbly in

to the ward, Peter found Mark

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

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 her melancholy. Strong and resilient, she wanted

room to gather

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

blood; he

Mark

engrossed in a call, likely with

her, Peter began, “When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be in high

role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being,

a point. As parents, their

her intentions

pause, Peter's face Lit up

choice. With you by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to recover swiftly” Koos Upon hearing

a way with words.” Peter

in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her

unnoticed by Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily

his 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

to mention it,

ward, where Mark was

all night, unwilling to close her eyes even

Mark might vanish in the blink of an

on her warm cheek

on his way

his mind upon witnessing this intimate scene

get better.” Cecilia's voice

entire day had gone by, yet he showed no signs

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

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

came to visit Mark, accompanied by

really caught me off guard this

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

the phone, he chose to

can be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia

tenderly wiped Mark's forehead, her expression

observing Rena's actions, couldn't

own father, Rena.” Rena

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

man.” Rena felt

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

the afternoon, so

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

the three adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

arrived with both Edwin

that the

opened the door and ushered

on the bed, Mark remained in a serene repose, his face displaying a pallid

attentively for an extended moment before

gently, whispering to her not to make a

okay?” His gaze

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

Edwin had been battling

up, Mark was there,

in Edwin's

Olivia without uttering a word before carefully tucking her into

remained silent, her eyes