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

a heart monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a

keep putting me

voice. He tried to focus, his eyes settling

It was Cecilia.

he questioned, “Are you shedding tears for me?” “No,” she

weariness permeating every fiber of his being, slowly reached out to touch

You used to

to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have

you'll always be that same young

called my father and brother and you didn’t have to do this. Your

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

was torrential last night. If I hadn't stepped in, who else would

slowly turned to her,

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

door creaked

with a cooling patch still on his

It was Edwin.

to bring him to the hospital, fearing for Mark's

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

but the boy shook his head, bolting away, only

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

children, 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 darting away, the

the boy, reflecting on Edwin'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

the ward, Peter found Mark

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

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

the room to

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 a

Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood;

comforted Mark until he

in a call, likely

Evans is on the mend, you can continue your

film role to stay in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being, along with Edwin and

point. As parents, their foremost responsibility was

made her

a thoughtful pause, Peter's face Lit up with

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

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

amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked, “Yes, he's quite skilled in that department.”

awkwardly scratched his head,

his 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

to mention it, deciding

VIP ward, where Mark was

night, unwilling to close her eyes

thought that Mark might vanish in the blink of an

her warm cheek and stared at him, her

on his way to the

upon witnessing this intimate scene and

get better.” Cecilia's voice was

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

of stress, and

felt

to visit Mark,

“He really caught me off guard this

was likely a supply of basic medications for the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm down and resort to administering the medicine herself.

instructions over the phone, he chose to take

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

forehead, her expression filled

Rena's actions, couldn't

of your own

Waylen, with one hand still

Rena felt an intense urge to scold

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

had other commitments for the afternoon, so he soon left with

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

arrived with

the servant

the door and ushered his sister

bed, Mark remained in a serene repose,

attentively for an extended moment before affectionately addressing

gently, whispering to her not

okay?” His

drifted back to one particular rainy night when Mark had emerged

that evening, Edwin had been battling a fever and

Mark was there,

in Edwin's

before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and removing

silent, her eyes fixed