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.

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

Mark and exited, Cecilia took a seat

me through this?” Cecilia's

her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes

It was Cecilia.

“Are you shedding

fiber of his being, slowly reached out to touch her

to

closer to him,

not the young girl you remember.” “But in my eyes, you'll always be that

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

if something befell you?” Tears streamed down her

hadn't stepped in, who else would have? Your father’s advancing in age, and your brother has four children as well as Rena

slowly turned to her, eyes filled with

him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply held Mark's

ward door creaked

cooling patch still on his forehead peeked in

It was Edwin.

evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him to the hospital,

Mark's acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered with

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

Why are you here

Peter 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

had faced, living humbly in a

to the ward, Peter found Mark

rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even

you're still young.” Resting his head against Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter sure has a way with words." Though Cecilia realized they

room

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

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

comforted Mark until

ward, Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a

her, Peter began, “When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll be in high spirits when you return.” Cecilia shook her head

coveted film role to stay in Duefron,

had a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility

her

Peter's face Lit up

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

soft tone, “You really have a way 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

scratched his head, momentarily at

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

not to mention it,

entered the VIP ward,

night, unwilling to close her eyes

that Mark might vanish in the blink

warm cheek and stared at him, her

on his way to the

mind upon witnessing this intimate scene and quietly

get better.” Cecilia's

for a long time. An entire day had

a 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

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

to visit

really caught me off guard this time.” Mark had always

anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that

the phone, he chose to take the risk

be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia engaged in conversation, Rena attentively attended

Mark's forehead, her

Rena's actions, couldn't resist

seems like you're taking care of your own

to say.” Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently assessed Mark's

check on our old man.” Rena felt

welled up in Cecilia's eyes as she observed the scene,

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so he

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

the three adults gone, the atmosphere in the

with both Edwin and

the

the door and ushered his sister

Mark remained in a serene repose,

Mark attentively for an extended

cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not to

is resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered

drifted back to one particular rainy night when Mark

had been

time he woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence by

in

carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt

remained silent, her eyes fixed