The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 101

Jonathan snapped into action. "Right, I'll get everything set up."

As Paisley was about to head to the operating room with Jonathan, Charles chimed in, "Hey, Ms. Sutton, what about me?"

Paisley shot him a side glance. "You might as well come help, too."

Charles broke into a grin, his eyes lighting up. "Sure thing."

He was supposedly going to help, but with Paisley there, they hardly needed him. Paisley was just using Paul's treatment as a teaching moment for him. 'Man, you really never stop learning in this life,' Charles mused to himself.

Marissa watched anxiously as Paisley disappeared into the operating room with Jonathan and the others. She couldn't hold back anymore. "Dom, are you seriously okay with this? You lived with her for four years. You know better than anyone if she has any real medical training. Don't let her fool you. This is your grandpa we're talking about."

Marissa's emotional outburst struck a chord with several of the elder Vanderbilts.

"She's got a point," Harris Vanderbilt, Paul's younger brother, chimed in. "Dom, don't let yourself get played like this."

But Dominick stood his ground, unusually firm. "Even if she could fool us, you really think she managed to deceive both Mr. Walsh and Mr. Hansen, too?"

Harris fell silent, unable to come up with a comeback.

"Mr. Reginald Vanderbilt, what do you think?" Marissa turned desperately to Reginald. "We can still stop Paisley now."

Just then, a group of medical staff in white coats rushed past, their faces a mix of urgency and barely contained excitement.

"Move it, everyone. Mr. Walsh wants us in the observation room for the whole thing," someone called out. "Wait, is this that expert who kept turning down Mr. Walsh's offers?" another doctor chimed in.

Hurry up, it's already started," came an eager

practically sprinted down the hallway, like they were afraid of missing even a second. As they rushed past the Vanderbilts, their name tags

of so many top doctors rushing to watch left the skeptical Vanderbilts completely stunned. Watching this unfold, Reginald finally felt the

her voice soft and uncertain. The shock hadn't quite worn off, and her eyes

This

staring at the operating room doors, dead silent, his eyes deep and unreadable. Shock, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite

knew that Dominick hadn't seen this coming

in check as she drifted over to the window. So

had completely destroyed that plan. Marissa needed to act fast, to do something-anything-to make sure the Vanderbilts remembered who had really helped them. "Hey Marissa, what's wrong? What's with that look?" Kayla walked over to ask. She'd almost said "terrifying" because that was exactly what Marissa's expression had been, but she'd caught herself

at imaginary tears,

he'll be fine." Though Kayla hated admitting anything good about Paisley, the results spoke for themselves. "Everyone's acting like Paisley's some miracle worker. She should be able to help

a flash of something ugly crossing her face. But Kayla's presence had reminded her

her excitement quickly faded. "Not that wanting matters. Marissa, remember what I told you before? Mr. Vaire doesn't sell his paintings to

wouldn't be stuck making copies of

one for you," Marissa said

seriously?" Kayla couldn't believe

was confident. "My old classmate, Jack, from abroad, is related to Mr. Vaire's assistant. Í actually got in touch with them a while

seeing how down you've been lately, I

with excitement. "Do you think we could meet Mr. Vaire in person? Can

practically every night. In her mind, he had to be the perfect gentleman -sophisticated, generous, and handsome

to you on that," Marissa

out through Jack, mentioning she wanted to buy a painting, but got shut down immediately. Though buying a painting seemed out of reach, Marissa figured meeting Nion in person