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.

stubbornly above 38

The night stretched on.

was a stranger

his vigil every thirty minutes, the damp towel his

protested, weariness seeping into his bones, but he paid it no

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

Evans.

You need to rest.

”

his head,

determined to nurse

some miracle,

Mark was spent.

summon the energy for a shower, drifting to sleep precariously at the bed’s

Dawn peeked in.

had bid its farewell, and

the father

consciousness, Edwin studied the