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.

“Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39 degrees,

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

me through this?”

He tried to focus, his

It was Cecilia.

“Are you shedding tears for me?” “No,”

permeating every fiber of his being, slowly reached

You used to be so

to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have

“But in my eyes, you'll always

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

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

voiced his thoughts, “Cecilia, I'm Edwin's dad. The rain was torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else

to her, eyes filled

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

door

with a cooling patch still on

It was Edwin.

had persuaded his sitter to

their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered

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

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

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

the boy, reflecting on Edwin's privileged lineage and the hardships he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for

to the ward, Peter found Mark

the blankets around Mark with a tenderness rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state,

arent you? And 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 her melancholy. Strong and resilient, she wanted to be Mark's pillar at

exited the room

“Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for you, playing the martyr might worry

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

Peter comforted Mark until

engrossed in

you can continue your

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

parents, their foremost responsibility

made her

a thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up

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

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

you think 'm good? 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

didn’t go unnoticed by Peter. He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at a loss

him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure,

opted not to mention

ward, where

unwilling to close her

that Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye

placed Mark's hand on her warm cheek and stared at

on his way to

upon witnessing

Cecilia's voice was almost a

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

amount of stress, and it seems he hasn't had a proper

While Cecilia felt some relief at the doctor's

came to visit Mark, accompanied by

Koos “He really caught me off guard this time.”

apartment, there was likely a supply of basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a

could issue instructions over the phone,

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

wiped Mark's forehead, her

Rena's actions, couldn't resist a teasing

you're taking care of your own father,

never have a kind word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still

man.” Rena felt an intense

the scene, noting that

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

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

with

requested that the servant wait

Edwin opened the door and ushered

bed, Mark remained in a serene repose,

attentively for an extended moment

cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not to

okay?” His

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

evening, Edwin had

time he woke up, Mark was there,

brimmed in Edwin's

without uttering a word before carefully tucking her

silent, her eyes