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.

this guy, he couldn't keep the scowl off his face. "Paisy's exhausted. She's resting

she walked out. She was deep in conversation with Charles, explaining something as

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

you get stuck on anything, just

Sutton." Charles grinned sheepishly. Paisley

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

it out straight, not caring if her blunt words made Charles look bad in front of others. "I've been taking your medicine right

him and walked into the room where everyone

now had completely shifted. The

so dramatic that none of them quite knew how to act around her now or even what to call

under her eyes, and exhaustion was written all over her face. Whatever had gone down in there clearly hadn't been easy. "Mr. Paul Vanderbilt is stable for now,"

He could tell that Paisley was making a point to distance herself from the Vanderbilts. Otherwise, she would have called Paul "Grandpa," not

'stable for

her now-stale snack into her mouth, only to find herself struggling

The hand holding it was

drink something,"

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 on, Paisy, tell us," Reginald pressed,

first," Dominick cut in,

something caught in

on 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 so

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