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.

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

then, Paisley walked out, nibbling on a now-stale pastry as she walked out.

way he hung on her every sentence made him look like a first-grader who was about to whip out a notebook and start

everything we talked about. If you get stuck

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

head with an embarrassed

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

way. All that money won't mean anything if you work yourself 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

ignored him and walked into the

way the Vanderbilts looked at her now had completely shifted.

dramatic that none

hesitation, Reginald stuck with her old nickname. "Is my father okay?" Paisley's voice came out soft and drained. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and exhaustion was written all over her face. Whatever had gone down in

that Paisley was making a point to distance herself from the Vanderbilts. Otherwise, she would have called Paul "Grandpa,"

mean 'stable

the last bite of her now-stale snack into her mouth, only to find herself struggling

bottle appeared in front of her. The hand holding it was large and elegant, making the bottle look almost dainty

drink something," Dominick

the cap was already twisted off. Her eyebrow quirked up slightly. 'Since when did this jerk get so thoughtful?' she thought. "Come on, Paisy, tell us," Reginald pressed, anxious

her drink first," Dominick cut in, seeing her

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

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 so much

she continued, "Mr. Paul Vanderbilt's vital signs are stable for now, but we're not out of the woods yet.