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.

she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next

exited, Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing out the

putting me through this?” Cecilia's

recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes

It was Cecilia.

“Are you shedding tears for me?”

fiber of his being, slowly reached

You used to be so candid

1974 Nestling closer to him, Cecilia murmured,

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

could have called my father and brother

Olivia if something befell you?”

her hand firmly, 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 well as Rena to look

her, eyes filled with

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

ward door creaked open

a cooling patch still

It was Edwin.

evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to

relationship, Edwin's eyes

boy shook his head, bolting away, only

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

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

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

the ward, Peter found

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

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.

she exited the room to

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 a

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

Mark until

found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely

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

film role to stay in

parents, their

made her

pause, Peter's

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

have a way with words.” Peter breathed a sigh of relief, his usual playful demeanor

1976 He quipped, “Oh, 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

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

going to go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure,

he opted not to mention it,

VIP ward, where Mark was peacefully

unwilling to close her eyes even

might vanish in the blink of

warm cheek and stared at

on his way to the

he changed his mind upon witnessing this intimate scene

get better.” Cecilia's voice

time. An entire day had gone by, yet he showed no signs of

patient tone, explained, “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 is his way of catching up

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

visit Mark, accompanied by

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

anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd

over the phone, he chose to

While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in conversation, Rena attentively

her expression filled

observing Rena's actions, couldn't

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

hand

man.” Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen but held

she observed the scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen retained a certain

for the afternoon, so he soon left

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

gone, the atmosphere in the

servant arrived with both Edwin and

the servant wait

opened the door and ushered his

remained in a serene

observed Mark attentively for an extended

his sister gently, whispering to her not to

resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered

night when Mark had emerged from the downpour to

that evening, Edwin had been battling

he woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence

in Edwin's

a word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and removing her

eyes fixed on her