The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 92

In the car, Marissa had witnessed the whole thing. She watched and listened as Dominick made that call to the Beaumont family.

The reason behind that call was crystal clear.

'Paisley...' The name echoed in her thoughts as she wondered. 'What kind of hold do you have on Dominick? He's willing to risk pissing off the Beaumont family just to get rid of Nathaniel.'

Her train of thought was cut short by her buzzing phone. "Mr. Hansen," Marissa answered quickly, her tone switching to professional respect.

Once the call ended, Marissa turned to Dominick. "Dom, Mr. Hansen just arrived at Harrowfell Hospital." By the time they made it there, Paul had already been wheeled into the examination room.

The hospital corridor outside the examination room was packed with the Vanderbilt clan, family and friends alike. It was like a who's who of high society out there.

The medical staff practically tiptoed past, keeping their eyes glued to the floor as they hurried by. No one wanted to get caught in the crossfire of all that old money tension.

"Dad, how's Grandpa doing?" Dominick asked.

He let out a heavy sigh. "It's not looking good." "How did this happen so fast?" Marissa chimed in, anxiety

gentle. "Paul's health has been declining for years. He's been

welling up. The news of his sudden decline had really thrown her for a loop. "Why

with Kayla's and her other arm wrapped around Lauren while looking over at Reginald. "Try not to worry

tears. "You're such

Hansen's incredibly busy. You must have pulled many strings to get

gentle smile. "Hey, Grandpa Paul practically raised me too. This is the least I

worry about us anymore," Lauren said, frowning at the dark circles under Marissa's eyes. "You must be exhausted from the trip. Please, sit down and take a breather. Just look at those bags under your eyes. You haven't been sleeping well at all, have

of her dark circles, Marissa's composure slipped for a moment. "I'm...fine," she said, quickly shifting her attention

like a pro among the big shots, working the room with effortless grace. It didn't take long for everyone to fall under her

the Vanderbilts, people naturally assumed she was Dominick's future wife. Suddenly, everyone's manners got

then, the doors to the treatment room

him out, his face an unhealthy shade of yellow. A team of medical staff trailed behind

walked an elderly gentleman-Charles Hansen, the specialist

crowd of family and friends pressed closer, everyone