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

The night stretched on.

a stranger to

thirty minutes, the

protested, weariness seeping into his bones, but he paid it

servant, witnessing his silent struggle, offered softly, “Let

Evans.

You need to rest.

”

his head, declining

resolute, determined to

some miracle,

Mark was spent.

energy for a shower, drifting to sleep precariously at the

Dawn peeked in.

bid its farewell, and the city seemed

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

consciousness, Edwin studied