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.

necessary medication, a nurse started an IV for Mark. Spotting Cecilia, she advised, “Monitor him closely over the next 48 hours. If his fever exceeds 39

monitor for Mark and exited, Cecilia took a seat beside him, tenderly smoothing out the lines on his

do you keep putting me through

seemed to recognize her voice. He tried

It was Cecilia.

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

permeating every fiber of his being, slowly reached

used to be

Nestling closer to him, Cecilia murmured, “Times have

you'll always be

my father and brother

Olivia if something befell you?” Tears streamed down

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 your brother has four children as well as Rena to look after.” Cecilia looked on

her, eyes filled

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

door creaked

young boy with a cooling patch still

It was Edwin.

worry evident, Edwin had persuaded his sitter to bring him to the hospital, fearing for Mark's

acknowledgment of their relationship, Edwin's eyes shimmered

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

still ill. Why are you

boy's level, Peter comforted, “Your great uncle is okay.” “He's my dad,” Edwin whispered, before darting away, the

had faced, living humbly in a small rental space for years, where even

ward, Peter found

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

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 wanted to

the room to gather

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

flesh and blood; he would go to any lengths to protect the

Peter comforted Mark until

the ward, Peter found Cecilia engrossed in a call,

reassure her, Peter began, “When Mr. Evans is on the mend, you can continue your work.

in Duefron, prioritizing Mark's well-being, along with Edwin and

As parents, their

made her

pause, Peter's face

Evans'ide, he's sure to recover

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

to 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 a

awkwardly scratched his head,

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, deciding to tread

VIP ward,

slept all night, unwilling to close her eyes even

thought that Mark might vanish in the blink

warm cheek and stared at him,

on his way to the

witnessing this

Cecilia's voice was almost a

long time. An entire day had gone by,

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

While Cecilia felt

to visit

caught me off guard this time.” Mark

the children. The servant, overwhelmed with anxiety, couldn't make a decision of what to do at that moment. However, she'd ultimately calm

Although Mark could issue instructions over the phone, he chose to take the

be quite impulsive at times.” While

forehead, her expression filled

Rena's actions, couldn't resist a teasing

care of your own father, Rena.” Rena shot Waylen a brief

with one hand still on Rena's shoulder,

Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen

in Cecilia's eyes as she observed the scene, noting that despite his age,

the afternoon, so he

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

three adults gone, the atmosphere

with both

requested that the servant wait

opened the door

in a serene repose, his face displaying

observed Mark attentively for an extended

whispering to her not to make

His

rainy night when Mark had emerged from the downpour to comfort

Edwin had been battling a

was there, a steadfast presence

brimmed in

uttering a word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and

eyes fixed