The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 262: Greyson

Back in the hospital, Marcus was snacking on some apples. He glanced at the time a few times wondering when Hazel would get there. He had not called her over to come see him on her lunch breaks today. Should be have called her? He glanced at the clock a few more

times and picked up his phone to call her, only to put it back down.

He was not sure why he was slightly restless. He admitted that he somewhat liked to tease her, but he was not sure why he wanted to see her. When she had left he hospital last night clearly angry it pleased him greatly. But when she left, he wanted to order his men to

bring her back.

The door to Marcus Green's private hospital room opened and two doctors entered, followed by a nurse. Their typical confident strides were replaced by cautious, almost fearful steps as they approached the man lying in the bed. Despite the casts on his left arm and leg, the bandages covering portions of his face and torso, and the various wires and tubes attached to him, an unmistakable aura of power and danger seemed to emanate from Marcus.

"Good morning, Mr. Green," one of the doctors greeted, keeping his tone carefully polite. "How are you feeling today?"

Marcus slowly turned his head towards them, his icy blue eyes scanning their faces briefly before responding in a deep, gravelly voice.

"I've had better days, Doc. But I'm still breathing."

The nurse stepped forward, placing a tray with some fruit and a cup of juice on the rolling table beside the bed. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted Marcus' bed into a more upright position. "We'll need to change your bandages," the other doctor stated. "And I have a few questions to go through with you as well."

Marcus gave a curt nod, leaning back against the pillows as the nurse began unwrapping the soiled bandages from his torso. The doctors watched in silence, one of them jotting notes occasionally.

"How was the pain through the night? Were you able to get any sleep?" the first doctor asked once the nurse had finished re-bandaging the wounds.

"The pain meds helped," Marcus replied flatly. "But I didn't sleep much."

The doctor made another note, his expression revealing little. "Any nausea, dizziness, blurred vision?"

"No."

"No hallucinations or confusion?"

faint smirk played across Marcus' lips. "I'm always perfectly clear on reality,

recovery is progressing as expected given the extent of your injuries. But we'll need to keep you here for at least another week for observation." Marcus' eyes narrowed slightly at this. "A week? I should be out of here in a couple

evenly. "But with the trauma you suffered, it's critical that we monitor you closely

the door interrupted them. It opened to reveal a large, muscular man in

guard said gruffly. "But there's been an incident I need to inform Mr. Green

quickly busied herself gathering up the soiled bandages. Marcus gave a subtle nod and they all hastily made

closed behind them, the guard's expression grew grim.

subtle clenching of his

but she managed to get away, leading them on a chase through the city." The guard paused,

she alive?" Marcus

"she's alive."

is she?"

the estate now

straight ahead

go," Marcus

sudden, sharp rap

well-dressed, an air of wealth and privilege surrounding him. This was Jerry Graziano, a close friend and advisor to Marcus. The guard greeted him and left, closing the door behind both

bewildered as his eyes fell on Marcus in the hospital bed. "You got married? When the

a hint of emotion. "Hello, Jerry," he said evenly, almost bored. With a slight nod towards his guard that had just left, he added, "Miguel was just filling me

have a wife now?" Jerry persisted, still appearing utterly dumbfounded as he stepped closer to the bedside. "I feel

reaching for a piece of fruit from the plate beside his bed and

clearly bursting with a million questions. "Well?" he finally managed. "What's

After sighing, he replied in that same infuriatingly casual tone.

dramatic. Jerry's jaw dropped,

Greyson?" he sputtered. "As in the one from what...8, 9 years

played across Marcus' lips as he took another bite

bleeding out

Riccios. Instead of calling an ambulance, she brought me to a doctor she knew who stitched me up." Hepaused, finally