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 weren’t even

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with mock arrogance, “Clearly, I was meant to be six–foot–two right from the start.”

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

little shorter.”

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

argument from his bed, a

sitting beside his bed

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

Nyla encouraged gently, spooning water and bringing

trickle of water still escaped

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

knock at the

waiting for a reply, Linda burst in, her breaths

“Ernest…”

paused by his bed, catching

closeness, Eric discreetly

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

name, taking his hand gently and resting her forehead against his, her voice shaky

rough sound emerged from Ernest as he tried to speak,

to hurry. Take your time. I’ll

them. Their silent exchange conveyed a mutual decision; they quietly exited to allow Linda

room, her eyes visibly swollen from

laden with concern, broke the silence. “What have the doctors

my dear. We

with emotion. Tears filled her eyes as she committed aloud, saying, “No matter how long it takes, I’ll be by his

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“I need to reduce my workload to devote more time to caring

Eric had a chance to reply,

considerate of you. Don’t worry, Eric will

through. You’ve endured so much these past few years, but finally, the hard times are behind you,

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

the night at

hand, he made his way to

you, dear,” she said as he

“You’re welcome.”

mood between them was unusually light

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

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