Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Making Trouble

For Yourself

Eric took a steady breath, pushing his emotions aside before speaking.

“Grandma, please have some faith in Ernest. Have you forgotten how strong he is? He survived a coma–do you really think a bit of rehab will slow him down?”

His words resonated with Nyla, stirring something deep within her.

A slow nod accompanied her sigh. “You’re right. Ernest has always been the responsible one. From the time he was little until now, he never gave me a reason to worry. He excelled at everything he did…”

But as her eyes shifted toward her younger grandson, her expression darkened. “Unlike you! You do nothing but give me headaches!”

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Eric’s face, disappearing just as fast as it came.

“Well, naturally,” he said, flashing his usual careless grin. “He’s the older brother. I’m the reckless younger one.”

“Pfft-” A surprised laugh escaped Nyla despite the tears still clinging to her lashes. With a playful flick to his forehead, she chuckled. “You little troublemaker. Now that your brother’s awake, you’re acting like a little brat

again!”

With a longing sigh, she expressed her hope for Ernest’s swift recovery. “It’ll be easier for you too, once he’s better, right?”

Eric nodded. “Yes, Grandma.”

Throughout the night, they kept vigil in Ernest’s hospital room.

The next morning, Nyla, with Eric’s assistance, helped Ernest get ready for the day.

Ernest’s cheeks reddened from embarrassment, though he couldn’t utter a word yet.

Nyla instantly understood the situation.

Having raised the boys herself, she knew them well.

“You’re shy with your grandma?” She chuckled. “Both you boys, I’ve been cleaning up after you since you were

little-”

“Grandma!” Eric interjected, his hands occupied with a basin. “Not me! Why drag me into this? I was the perfect child!”

now, you weren’t even this

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Making Trouble For

I was meant to be six–foot–two right from

your brother’s

little shorter.”

frowned, half–playful, half–serious. “Grandma,

the playful argument from his bed, a slight smile

beside his bed to help him

had advised starting with basics like sipping water, as

slow.” Nyla encouraged gently, spooning water and bringing

though a trickle of water

lips. “Take it easy, brother.

there was a knock at the door.

waiting for a reply, Linda burst in,

“Ernest…”

bed, catching her breath.

Eric discreetly moved

set, visibly fatigued and still wearing her makeup from

approached Ernest’s bedside and murmured his name, taking his hand gently and resting her forehead against his, her voice

Ernest as he tried to

his hand more firmly, Linda whispered reassuringly, “There’s no need to hurry. Take your time. I’ll be here, waiting

a look at the tender scene unfolding before them. Their silent exchange conveyed

her eyes visibly swollen

broke the silence. “What have the doctors said? Will Ernest be alright?”

gripping Linda’s hand in a comforting gesture. “The doctors urge patience, my dear. We should consider it a miracle that he’s

Tears filled her eyes as she committed aloud, saying, “No matter how long it takes, I’ll

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reduce my workload to devote more time to

Eric had a chance to reply, Nyla was already

warmed. “That’s very considerate of you. Don’t worry, Eric

“Ernest will pull through. You’ve endured so much these past few years, but

but her smile held warmth. “Yes, Grandma.”

spent the night

glass of milk in hand, he made

dear,” she said as

“You’re welcome.”

mood between them was

Nyla took a slow sip of her milk, a thought suddenly surfaced. “Oh, by the way, have you told Hadley that Ernest is

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