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.

Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39 degrees, alert us immediately.” Cecilia acknowledged with

exited, Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly

keep putting me

seemed to recognize her voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling on a

It was Cecilia.

a raspy voice, he questioned, “Are you

of his being, slowly reached out to touch

to be so

closer to him, Cecilia

“But in my eyes, you'll always

have called my father and brother

Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed

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

to her,

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

ward door creaked open

cooling patch still on

It was Edwin.

had persuaded his sitter to bring him to the hospital, fearing for

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

but the boy

ill. Why are you here at the hospital?” Lips

encountered many children, Peter intuitively sensed Edwin's hesitance. Kneeling down to the boy's level, Peter comforted, “Your great

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

ward,

Even in his ill state, he wanted to see you. You need

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

the room to gather

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

no act.” Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood; he would go to any lengths to protect the

Mark until

ward, Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with

can continue your work. He'll be in

stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being,

a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility was to

her

thoughtful pause, Peter's

he's sure to recover swiftly” Koos Upon

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

“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

He awkwardly scratched his head, momentarily at a

surprise, Cecilia added, “I'm just teasing. I'm going to go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure, Peter couldn't dismiss the thought that her remark was

mention it, deciding

VIP ward, where Mark

night, unwilling to close her eyes even for a

thought that Mark might vanish in the blink of an eye

warm cheek and stared at him, her gaze

on his way to

his mind upon witnessing this intimate scene and

better.” Cecilia's voice was

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

doctor, in 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

awaken when he's had enough.” While Cecilia felt some relief at the

visit

me off guard this time.” Mark

couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down and resort to administering

could issue instructions over the

quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia

her

couldn't resist

your own father, Rena.” Rena

have a kind word to say.” Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently

felt an intense urge to scold Waylen but

she observed the scene, noting that

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

the atmosphere in the room

arrived with both

that the servant wait

initiative, Edwin opened the door and ushered his sister

remained in a serene repose, his face

for an extended moment before

sister gently, whispering to her not

His gaze Lingered on

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

that evening, Edwin had been battling a

was there,

in Edwin's

word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt

remained silent, her eyes fixed on her