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.

heavy sigh. "It's not looking good." "How did this happen so fast?" Marissa chimed in, anxiety written all

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

welling up. The news of his sudden decline

Reginald. "Try not to worry too much, guys. Mr. Hansen's already taking care of Grandpa Paul,

squeezed Marissa's hand, her eyes glistening with tears.

gratitude in his voice. "Mr. Hansen's incredibly busy. You must have pulled many strings to get him

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

trip. Please, sit down and take a

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

a pro among the big shots, working the room with effortless grace. It

close she was with the Vanderbilts, people naturally assumed she was Dominick's future wife.

to the treatment room swung

as they wheeled him out, his face an unhealthy shade of yellow. A team

Jonathan Walsh, the Harrowfell Hospital's director, and beside him walked an elderly gentleman-Charles Hansen, the specialist Marissa had moved heaven and

family and friends pressed closer, everyone