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.

the one. Hurry up, it's already started," came

missing even a second. As they rushed past

rushing to watch left the skeptical Vanderbilts completely stunned. Watching this unfold, Reginald finally felt the knot of anxiety in

mumbled, her voice soft and uncertain. The shock hadn't

speechless, feeling like she'd just been slapped across the face. This was not how

at the operating room doors, dead silent, his eyes deep and unreadable. Shock, confusion, and something else

knew that Dominick hadn't seen this coming

her own emotions in check as she drifted over to the window. So it was true. Paisley really

Paul, the Vanderbilts would be grateful to her. But Paisley 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

her eyes well up with tears. She lifted her hand to dab at imaginary tears, using the gesture to cover

for themselves. "Everyone's acting like Paisley's some miracle worker. She should be

eyes down, a flash of something ugly crossing her face. But Kayla's presence had reminded her of something. "Hey Kayla, you still want that painting

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

Kayla wouldn't be stuck making copies of his

get one for you,"

seriously?" Kayla couldn't

classmate, Jack, from abroad, is related to Mr.

planning to surprise you on your birthday, but seeing how down you've been lately, I figured you could use some

you're literally the best." Kayla bounced with excitement. "Do you think we could

meeting her idol practically every night. In her mind, he had to be the perfect gentleman

schedule and get back to you on that," Marissa said, carefully

truth was, Marissa wasn't even sure she could get a meeting with Nion's assistant. She'd already tried reaching out through Jack, mentioning she wanted to buy