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.

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

on a now-stale pastry as she walked out. She was deep in conversation with Charles, explaining something

word. The way he hung on her every sentence made him look like a first-grader who was about

everything we talked about. If you

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

his head

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

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 proudly to prove

and walked into the room where everyone

now had completely shifted. The change

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

and drained. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and exhaustion was written all over her face. Whatever had gone down in there clearly

He could tell that Paisley was making a point to distance herself from

do you mean 'stable

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

of her. The hand holding it was large and elegant, making the bottle

something," Dominick said

bottle, she noticed the cap was already twisted off. Her eyebrow quirked up

Dominick

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

everyone's eyes 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

to clear her throat, she continued, "Mr. Paul Vanderbilt's vital signs are stable for now, but we're not out of the woods yet. Tonight will be crucial. If he