A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Chapter 1970

In his haze, Edwin barely registered the movement.

Mark gently placed the pill against Edwin’s lips and observed as he swallowed it.

Water followed, guiding the medicine on its vital mission.

But as Edwin settled back, the harsh truth remained; medicine wasn’t a magic wand.

Fever ebbed and surged, playing cruel games with the little boy.

In his worst moments, Edwin sought solace in Mark’s steadfast presence, his small hand finding his, calling him “great uncle” in his delirium.

It tore at Mark, each hot, restless shift.

Compelled by worry, he fetched a warm towel, dabbing away at the heat that seemed to radiate from Edwin’s every pore.

Time crawled; thirty minutes saw the fever relent, if only just.

it clung stubbornly above 38

The night stretched on.

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every thirty minutes, the damp towel

into his bones, but he paid

servant, witnessing his silent struggle, offered softly, “Let me take over,

Evans.

You need to rest.

”

his head, declining

was resolute, determined to nurse

miracle,

Mark was spent.

didn’t even summon the energy for a shower,

Dawn peeked in.

bid its farewell, and the city seemed renewed

the father and son’s breathing melded in

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