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.

an IV for Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours.

Mark and exited, Cecilia

putting me through this?” Cecilia's

He tried to focus, his eyes settling on a hazy

It was Cecilia.

a raspy voice, he questioned, “Are you shedding

fiber of his being,

You used to be

Nestling closer to him,

in my eyes, you'll always be that same young girl” Emotion welled up

need to think sensibly. I could have called my father and brother and you didn’t

would happen to Edwin and Olivia if something

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 well as Rena to look after.”

her, eyes filled with

is my son. It’s my duty to be there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply held Mark's hand, allowing him

ward door

with a cooling patch still on his forehead peeked in

It was Edwin.

worry evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him to

relationship,

Edwin inside, but the boy shook his

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

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

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

ward, Peter found

of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state, he wanted to see you. You need to recover quickly,

Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words." Though

room to gather

ward, Mark 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

act.” Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood;

Mark

Cecilia engrossed in

to reassure her, Peter began, “When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your

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

As parents, their foremost responsibility was to their

made her

thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit

you by Mr. Evans'ide, he's sure to recover

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

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

He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at a loss for

see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the thought that her remark was far from casual; she was clearly feeling

not to mention it, deciding to

VIP ward, where Mark

all night, unwilling to close her eyes even

that Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye haunted

on her warm cheek and stared at him, her gaze

his

witnessing this intimate scene

better.” Cecilia's

been in deep slumber for a long time. An entire day had gone by, yet he showed no signs of

of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in quite some time. This prolonged sleep is his

he's had enough.” While Cecilia felt some

to visit

really caught me off guard this time.” Mark had always been a meticulous and

basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm

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

whispered, “Turns out he can be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in

wiped Mark's forehead, her expression filled with care and

observing Rena's actions, couldn't resist a teasing

of your own father,

kind word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still

old man.” Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen

observed the scene, noting

for the afternoon, so he soon left with

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

the three adults gone, the atmosphere in

with both Edwin and

that the servant

the initiative, Edwin opened the door and ushered

remained in a serene repose, his face displaying a pallid

for an extended moment before affectionately addressing

cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not to make a

is resting, okay?” His gaze

particular rainy night when Mark

Edwin had been battling a fever and

time he woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast

in

before carefully tucking

eyes