Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 1098

Everyone was heavy with grief.

But there was no turning back now. All they could do was face it together.

Ruby and Neil led the way, their hearts almost too heavy to carry. Connor was the kind of kid who made you want to protect him, the kind that made your heart ache just thinking about him. What scared them even more was the thought of Chloe- would she have the strength to go on after losing Connor?

But right now, they couldn't think about that. The pain of losing someone they loved was all-consuming. They'd survived storms and seen it all in their lifetimes, but even the strongest can falter; their steps were slow, like their legs were filled with lead.

They hadn't even made it to the bedside before a voice-one they hadn't heard in so long, but would recognize anywhere-broke the silence.

"Babe, stop crying. If you keep going, you're gonna flood the whole room..."

Neil and Ruby both froze, stunned.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone crowded by the door to hear. In a split second, the whole group went still.

Isaac stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, then hurried over to the bed.

It was only when he got close that he saw Connor-eyes wide open, clear and bright, staring straight at Chloe.

nearly screamed, "Why

frowned at Isaac.

to breathe. In his heart, he was completely overwhelmed-Connor wasn't just alive, he was awake. It felt like the best news

being alive is going to make it

crowding the room. It didn't take long for everyone to figure out what

and furious all at once. "You two-how did you manage to turn something so wonderful into such a

been pure joy

"I walked in and saw Chloe bawling her eyes out. How was I supposed to

look. "Marian fainted from shock-now get over there, apologize

the room felt like they'd just been on an emotional roller coaster. From heartbreak

end, things

in, arranging every test imaginable for Connor. The

really, the world doesn't hand out miracles that easily. What gets

gives up and a refusal to let

the machines. Three days

body had paid a price. Muscles had wasted away, and his legs had been shattered once they couldn't hold

probably never walk again. If there was any hope of recovery, it would take years—maybe more than a