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!”

dismissively at Eric’s claim. “Perfect? Really now, you

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meant to be six–foot–two right from the

without missing a beat, “Please, your brother’s the tall one at

little shorter.”

frowned, half–playful, half–serious. “Grandma, come on!”

from his bed, a

back to Ernest, sitting beside his bed to help him drink some water.

advised starting with basics like sipping water, as he still had a feeding

Nyla encouraged gently, spooning water

trickle of water still escaped the

Ernest’s lips. “Take it easy, brother. You’re

knock

Linda burst in,

“Ernest…”

bed, catching her

Eric discreetly moved

visibly fatigued and still wearing her makeup from

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

from Ernest as he tried to speak,

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

scene unfolding before them. Their silent exchange

Linda emerged from Ernest’s room, her eyes visibly

concern, broke the silence. “What have the doctors said? Will Ernest

in a comforting gesture. “The doctors urge patience, my dear. We should consider it a miracle that he’s even conscious. His recovery will require

Tears filled her eyes as she committed aloud, saying, “No matter

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faced Eric, her resolve firm. “I need to reduce my workload to devote more time to caring for

Eric had a chance to reply, Nyla was

of you. Don’t worry, Eric will take care

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

but her

evening, Eric spent the night at

warm glass of milk in hand, he made his way to Nyla’s

said as he handed it to

“You’re welcome.”

mood between them was unusually

Nyla took a slow sip of her milk, a thought suddenly surfaced. “Oh, by

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