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

the nurse set up a heart monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a

do you keep putting me through this?” Cecilia's voice

voice. He tried

It was Cecilia.

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

permeating every fiber of his being, slowly

changed. You used to be so candid and

to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have changed,

in my eyes, you'll always be that same

I could have called my father and brother and you didn’t have to do this. Your health isn’t

and Olivia if something befell you?”

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

turned to her, eyes filled with

my duty to be there for him.” Lost for words, Cecilia simply

ward door creaked open

a cooling patch still

It was Edwin.

evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to

their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered

boy shook his head, bolting away,

ill. Why are you here at the hospital?” Lips quivering, Edwin remained

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,

gaze lingered on 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

to the ward, Peter found

rivaling that of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state, he wanted to see

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 exited the room

lit 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

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

Library Peter comforted Mark until he fell

found Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with

Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work. He'll

stay in Duefron,

parents, their foremost responsibility was to

her

Peter's face

he's sure to recover swiftly”

really have a way with words.” Peter breathed a

think 'm good? Well, compared to Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.”

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

added, “I'm just teasing. I'm going to go see him now.” Observing Cecilia's retreating figure,

he opted not to mention it, deciding to

entered the VIP ward, where Mark

unwilling to close her

might vanish in the blink of an

gently placed Mark's hand on her warm cheek

was on his way to

he changed his mind upon witnessing

better.” Cecilia's voice was almost

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

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

came to visit Mark,

me off guard this time.” Mark had always been a meticulous and

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

could issue instructions over the phone, he

be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and

her expression filled with

actions, couldn't resist a

care of your own father, Rena.” Rena shot

one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently assessed Mark's condition by touching

old man.” Rena felt an

scene, noting

had other commitments for the afternoon, so he soon left

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

adults gone, the

arrived with both Edwin

requested that the servant

opened the door and

Mark remained in a serene

observed Mark attentively for an extended moment before affectionately addressing

sister gently, whispering to

is resting, okay?” His gaze Lingered

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

that evening, Edwin had been battling a

up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence

in

word before carefully tucking her into Mark's

her eyes fixed on