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.

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

and exited, Cecilia took a seat beside

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

voice. He tried

It was Cecilia.

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

of his being, slowly reached out to

used to be so candid

closer to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have changed,

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

and

if something befell you?” Tears streamed

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,

to her, eyes

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

door creaked

patch still on his forehead peeked

It was Edwin.

persuaded his sitter to bring him to the hospital, fearing for Mark's

relationship, Edwin's

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

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

comforted, “Your great

he had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even a simple treat like milk tea was a luxury.

ward, Peter

of a spouse, Peter whispered, “Edwin was here. Even in his ill state, he wanted to see you. You need to recover quickly, for them.” Mustering

Cecilia, Mark teased, “See, Cecilia? Peter

the room to

want her burdened with guilt. I'd give everything for Edwin.” Peter responded softly, “Edwin just recognized you as his father. As for

it's no act.” Edwin was Mark's flesh and blood; he would go to

Peter comforted Mark

Cecilia engrossed in a call, likely with her film

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

in Duefron,

had a point. As parents, their foremost responsibility was to their

made her intentions

pause, Peter's

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

responded in a soft tone, “You really have a way with

Mr. Evans, I'm just an amateur in the art of charming ladies.” Cecilia bit her lip and remarked, “Yes, he's quite skilled in that department.” Her words carried

didn’t go unnoticed by Peter. He awkwardly scratched

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

he opted not to mention it,

ward, where Mark was peacefully

all night, unwilling to close her eyes even for a moment

Mark might vanish in the blink

on her warm cheek and stared at him, her

his

upon witnessing this intimate

Cecilia's voice was almost

had been in deep slumber for a long time. An entire day had gone by, yet he showed no

tone, explained, “He's been under an immense amount of stress, and it

Cecilia felt some relief

came to visit Mark, accompanied

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

apartment, there 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

instructions over the phone, he chose to take the risk

out he can be quite impulsive at times.” While Waylen and Cecilia

tenderly wiped Mark's forehead, her expression filled

couldn't

of your own father, Rena.” Rena shot Waylen

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

on our old man.” Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen

as she observed the scene, noting

the afternoon, so he soon

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere in the room

with

requested that the

the initiative, Edwin opened the door and

in a

attentively for an extended moment

cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not

His gaze Lingered

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

had been battling a fever and

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

in

without uttering a word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt

remained silent, her eyes fixed