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!”

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

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

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

little shorter.”

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

from his bed, a slight smile appearing on his face.

turned her attention back to Ernest, sitting beside his bed

having just regained consciousness, his doctors had advised starting with basics like sipping water, as he still had a feeding

encouraged gently, spooning water

attempted to swallow carefully, though a trickle of water

and gently wiped Ernest’s lips.

a knock at the

reply, Linda burst in, her breaths quick

“Ernest…”

his bed, catching her breath.

discreetly moved

makeup from the previous night’s shoot. Her

his hand gently and resting her forehead against his, her voice

to speak, but his words were

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

at the tender scene unfolding before them. Their silent exchange conveyed a mutual decision; they quietly exited

Linda emerged from Ernest’s room, her eyes visibly swollen from crying.

“What have the doctors said? Will Ernest

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

filled her eyes as she committed aloud,

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her resolve firm. “I need to reduce my workload to devote more time to caring

Eric had a chance to reply, Nyla was already nodding

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

endured so much these past few years, but finally, the hard times

still glistened in Linda’s eyes, but

Eric spent the night at the

of milk in hand, he made his way

she said as

“You’re welcome.”

them was

a thought suddenly surfaced. “Oh, by the way, have you told Hadley that Ernest is

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