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

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Chapter 98 Making Trouble For

mock arrogance, “Clearly, I was meant to be six–foot–two

Nyla said without missing a beat, “Please, your brother’s the tall one at six–two. You’re actually a

little shorter.”

half–playful, half–serious. “Grandma,

observed the playful argument from his bed, a slight smile appearing on his face.

beside

consciousness, his doctors had advised starting with basics like sipping water,

Nyla encouraged gently, spooning water and bringing

trickle of water

wiped Ernest’s lips. “Take it

was a knock at

burst in, her breaths quick and

“Ernest…”

by his bed, catching her breath.

for closeness, Eric discreetly moved aside to give

film set, visibly fatigued and still wearing her makeup from the previous night’s shoot. Her face

his hand gently and resting her forehead against his,

from Ernest as he tried to speak, but his words were muffled

“There’s no need to hurry. Take your time. I’ll

Their silent exchange conveyed a mutual decision; they quietly exited to allow Linda and Ernest

from Ernest’s room, her eyes visibly swollen from

“What have the

patience, my dear. We should consider it a miracle that he’s even conscious. His recovery will

she committed aloud, saying, “No matter how long it

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“I need to reduce my workload

to reply,

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

endured so much these past few years,

glistened in Linda’s eyes, but her

evening, Eric spent the night at the family mansion.

he made his way to Nyla’s room.

she said as he handed

“You’re welcome.”

between them was

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

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