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.

exhausted. She's resting inside." Dominick started heading for the

she walked out. She was deep in conversation

every sentence made

If you get stuck on anything,

Sutton." Charles grinned sheepishly. Paisley rolled her eyes. "Like you don't

head with an

turned her attention back to her food, taking small bites. She was starving. "And don't forget to take the medicine I

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

him and walked into the

had completely shifted.

years ago. The transformation was so dramatic that none of them quite knew how to act around her now or

her eyes, and

herself from the Vanderbilts. Otherwise, she would have called Paul

mean 'stable for now?" Reginald

mouth, only to find herself struggling with

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

drink something,"

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, anxious for news about

Dominick cut in,

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

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

stable for now, but we're not out of the woods yet. Tonight will be crucial. If he makes it through without any complications, he should wake up by tomorrow