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

Chapter 156 Her Hopes

Were Shattered Into Pieces

Hadley, still frail and powerless to push back, merely let her eyelids drift shut, opting to tune Eric out entirely.

Was this her way of quietly digging in her heels?

Eric let out a wry, self–mocking smile. “Do you despise me?” he asked softly.

Of course, Hadley didn’t dignify that with a response, and he hadn’t truly expected her to.

“You’re well aware, more than anyone, that the mess we’re in today traces back to Wilma. I’m merely playing the hand I’ve been dealt. You and Denver would part ways one way or another tonight–Wilma would make sure of it. And trust me, had it not been for me, you would have been in a far worse state than you are now.” Hadley kept her eyes squeezed shut, her lashes trembling ever so slightly, her fists balled up tightly as she remained mute.

A soft sigh escaped Eric’s lips. “Just… get some rest.”

Gazing at Hadley’s defiant expression, he thought to himself, “What’s the use? There was no sense in debating this further. Why tangle with a woman whose heart was still mending?”

When Hadley stirred from her slumber, the room was empty.

When had Eric slipped away? She couldn’t quite pinpoint it. The drug had lulled her into a deep calm, and sleep had claimed her soon after.

Testing her limbs, she felt a renewed vigor.

With a stretch of her arms, she propped herself up and noticed her clothes neatly folded by the bedside.

Eric hadn’t taken liberties while she was unconscious. Not that she pegged him as a saint–far from it.

He simply wasn’t interested–that much she knew all too well.

Even during their marriage, he had shown no desire to touch her.

Rising to her feet and slipping into her clothes, her phone suddenly buzzed to life.

It was Blanche on the line.

“Hello, Ms. Nicolson.”

In the recent calamity, Blanche had been among the worst injured. Over the phone, she asked Hadley to come to the hospital.

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“Of course, Ms. Nicolson.”

After hanging up, Hadley hastened to the hospital.

She would have gone regardless of Blanche’s request.

Many of her troupe colleagues had been hurt, and she wanted to see if she could lend a hand in any way.

“Ms. Nicolson.”

private room at the

come in–take a

room held several other troupe

we’re all gathered, let’s keep

discussion

the lead dancers of two

plan was to oversee initial treatments at the hospital before arranging a chartered flight

responsibilities to ensure everything

While we’re still in Blathe, keep the lines of communication tight if anything crops

“Yes, Ms. Nicolson.”

“Understood, Ms. Nicolson.”

injuries, she would not only perform in her own group but also step into the starring roles

awaited her attention. The days ahead promised to be a whirlwind of

of the hospital room, Hadley drew in a deep breath to steady herself. She intended to check

confirm the date of Joy’s

as she answered.

Pearson.” came the reply. “Can you come to the

hospital!” Hadley let out a soft laugh.

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call, she quickened her steps toward

down the corridor, she caught sight of Mathias. “Dr. Williams!” she

Mathias‘ face stopped her short. It wasn’t one of reassurance.

her smile dimmed. “Apologies–I got carried away. I’ll keep my voice down.”

though his brow furrowed as

“Of course.”

the faintest inkling of

“Dr. Williams…”

frail smile, clinging to disbelief. “You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you? This can’t be

six months ago,

her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her voice quivered as

let out a heavy sigh, his face etched with both helplessness and remorse. “The donor withdrew at the eleventh hour. It was beyond

hand through his hair, frustration evident. “I should’ve prepared you for this possibility. It’s not the first time such

that, Hadley’s hopes were shattered

“Dr. Williams!”

moment before blurting out, “Who was the donor? Can you tell me? I need to speak with them–I’ll

Mathias interjected swiftly, halting her spiraling thoughts. “You need to take a step back! That’s against the

in place, her eyes growing even redder as the

now? What would become of Joy?

Mathias said gently, understanding the depths of a mother’s anguish. “Don’t let this break you. Other chances will come… Joy’s condition

now, but what about

Joy would be tethered to endless hospital visits and treatments. At best, they could keep her stable–for now.

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