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.

a nurse started an IV for Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over

Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing out the lines on

me through this?” Cecilia's voice

He tried to focus, his eyes settling on

It was Cecilia.

you shedding tears for me?” “No,”

permeating every fiber of his being, slowly

changed. You used to be so candid

Nestling closer to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have changed,

remember.” “But in my eyes, you'll always

called my father and brother and you didn’t have

Olivia if something befell you?”

torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else would have? Your

her,

there for him.” Lost for words,

ward door

cooling patch still

It was Edwin.

his sitter to

acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered

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

are you here at the

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

ward, Peter

rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state,

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

exited the room to gather her

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 you.” Mark's voice was

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

Peter comforted Mark

found Cecilia engrossed in a

on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be in high spirits

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

a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility was

her intentions

a thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up with

to recover swiftly”

with words.” Peter

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 department.”

Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at a

retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss

opted not to mention it, deciding to tread

the VIP ward, where Mark

slept all night, unwilling to close her eyes even

in the blink of an eye haunted

warm cheek and stared at him,

was on his way to the

upon witnessing this intimate scene and

get better.” Cecilia's voice was

entire

been under an immense amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper rest in quite some

Cecilia felt some relief at the doctor's explanation, she

to visit Mark, accompanied by

Bh Ti Koos “He really caught me off guard

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

the phone, he chose

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

her

actions, couldn't

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

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

check on our old man.” Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen but held

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

Library Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so he soon

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere

servant arrived with both Edwin and

requested that the servant wait

the

remained in a

observed Mark attentively for an extended moment

to her not to make

is resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered on

particular rainy night when Mark

had been battling a fever and considerable

he woke up, Mark was there, a

in

word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt

her eyes