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.

it's already started,"

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

so many top doctors rushing to watch left the skeptical Vanderbilts completely

shock hadn't quite worn off, and her eyes

face. This was not how things

dead silent, his eyes deep and unreadable. Shock, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite place flickered across

knew that Dominick hadn't seen this coming

reactions carefully, trying to keep her own emotions in check as she drifted over to the window. So it was true. Paisley really

remembered who had really helped them. "Hey Marissa, what's wrong?

lifted her hand to dab at imaginary tears,

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

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

I dream about it every night." But her excitement quickly faded. "Not that wanting matters. Marissa, remember what I told you before? Mr. Vaire doesn't

be stuck making copies of his

one for you,"

way, seriously?" Kayla

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

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

Marissa, you're literally the best." Kayla bounced with excitement. "Do you think we could meet Mr. Vaire in person? Can I come

In her mind, he had

to you on that,"

already tried reaching out through Jack, mentioning she wanted to buy a painting, but got shut down immediately. Though buying a painting seemed out