The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 102

Jonathan came out first, followed by Paul on a gurney, wheeled out by the medical staff.

"Mr. Walsh, how's my father?" Reginald rushed forward.

"Grandpa," Kayla called out.

"Paul," someone said.

Marissa and the rest of the Vanderbilts crowded around, all trying to get a look.

"Everyone, step back a bit. Give him some air," Jonathan warned before turning to Reginald. "Don't worry. Paul pulled through this time."

They all looked at Paul. Though still unconscious, his complexion had improved dramatically, the sickly pallor replaced by a healthy flush. Lying there in the hospital bed, he looked like he was just taking a peaceful nap.

"Thank goodness." Reginald's legs nearly gave out as all the tension drained from his body. Someone quickly grabbed his arm before he could fall.

The rest of the Vanderbilt family finally let out the breath they'd been holding.

They weren't blind-Paul's color was visibly improving, and his breathing had steadied. Only Marissa felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

A part of her had wanted Paul to die right here. That would have made Paisley the ultimate villain in the Vanderbilt family's eyes. But, of course, things just couldn't go her way.

"Mr. Walsh, where's Paisley?" Dominick stared at the operating room doors. Everyone else had come out. He wondered why Paisley was taking so long.

had already learned in the operating room that Dominick was Paisley's ex-husband. Now, looking at this guy, he couldn't keep the scowl off his face. "Paisy's exhausted. She's resting inside." Dominick started heading for the operating room, but Jonathan blocked his path. "Where do you think you're going? You can't just walk in

as she walked out. She

to every word. The way he hung on her every sentence

to practice everything we talked about. If you get stuck on anything, just ask me,"

practice super hard. Promise I won't bug you too much, Ms. Sutton." Charles grinned

head with an

food, taking small bites. She was starving. "And don't forget to take the medicine I made for you. You're not getting any younger, and your

to death." Paisley laid it out straight, not caring if her blunt words made Charles look bad in front of others. "I've been taking your medicine right on schedule, Ms. Sutton. See how great I'm doing?" Charles thumped his chest

walked into the room where everyone was

her now had completely shifted. The

four years ago. The transformation was so dramatic that none of them quite knew

soft and drained. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and exhaustion was written all over

to distance herself from the Vanderbilts. Otherwise, she would have called Paul "Grandpa," not "Mr. Paul

do you mean 'stable for now?"

the last bite of her now-stale snack into her mouth,

her. The hand holding it was large and elegant,

something," Dominick

at him and decided not to refuse. Taking the bottle, she noticed the cap was already twisted off. Her eyebrow quirked up slightly. 'Since when did this jerk get so thoughtful?' she thought. "Come

drink first," Dominick cut in, seeing her

notice Paisley's pained expression. She'd gotten something caught in her throat. He backed off, waiting as

her as she tilted her head back to drink. Their stares came from every direction. The cool water soothed her throat, finally clearing the blockage that had been causing her

now, but we're not out of the woods yet. Tonight will be crucial. If he