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

The night stretched on.

was a stranger to

every thirty minutes, the

seeping into his bones, but he

silent struggle, offered

Evans.

You need to rest.

”

shook his head,

determined to nurse Edwin

miracle,

Mark was spent.

didn’t even summon the energy for a shower, drifting to sleep

Dawn peeked in.

and the city seemed renewed in its

the children’s room, the father and son’s breathing melded in

consciousness, Edwin studied the figure