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

Chapter 286:

“Grandma! Of course, I must tell Grandma!”

Such a monumental occasion—how could he not share it with Nyla?

Despite the late hour, the news simply couldn’t wait for dawn’s light. It wasn’t merely a matter of her potential displeasure at being left in the dark—he simply couldn’t hoard this jubilation alone!

Thus, under the cloak of night, Eric and Nyla departed the Flynn Mansion, bound for the private hospital where Ernest was.

In the car, Nyla’s tears flowed unchecked, a river of pent-up relief.

“Grandma,” Eric murmured, his own eyes rimmed with red as he offered her a tissue. “You mustn’t weep so. I know your heart’s brimming with joy, but your health demands care too.”

“Do you think I’m shedding these tears by choice? They’ve a mind of their own! Oh… my dear Ernest, awake

limbo forever… that I would meet my maker before he

Ernest would never abandon us

of

breath laced with longing, “And of all nights for Linda to be away… how can she not be at Ernest’s side when

Eric soothed. “I’ve already spoken to her agent. The moment Linda’s scene wraps, she’ll hasten to the

to suffice,

the hospital room, tranquility reigned supreme. The late hour had dimmed the primary lights, leaving only the gentle radiance of wall sconces to bathe the space in a soft glow. Eric guided

bore the same serene visage he had worn throughout his long coma—eyes shut, breaths

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brimming with a storm of emotions as she turned to the doctor, bewilderment etched across

offered swift reassurance. “Fear not, Mrs. Flynn. He awoke earlier—now he is merely sleeping. Try taking

“Very well…”