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.

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

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

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

about. If you get stuck on anything, just ask me,"

hard. Promise I won't bug you too much, Ms. Sutton." Charles grinned sheepishly. Paisley rolled her

ducked his head with an

bites. She was starving. "And don't forget to take the medicine

job that comes your 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

walked into the

looked at her now had completely shifted. The change

housewife they'd known four years ago. The transformation was so dramatic that none of them quite knew how to act

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 there clearly hadn't

herself from the Vanderbilts. Otherwise,

mean 'stable

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

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

drink something," Dominick said

already twisted off. Her eyebrow quirked up slightly. 'Since when

her drink first," Dominick

expression. She'd gotten something caught in her throat. He backed off, waiting as she drank her

as she tilted her head back to drink. Their stares came from every direction. The cool

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