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.”

Nyla shot him a watery glare. “Do you think I’m shedding these tears by

hand to her heart, her sobs rolling like thunder. “I once feared he would linger in that limbo forever… that I would meet my maker before he ever gazed upon the world again.” Eric’s chest tightened, a dull pang

would never abandon us so—he has proven

immersed in the filming of

nights for Linda to be away… how can she not be at

“I’ve already spoken to her agent. The moment Linda’s scene

will have to suffice,

leaving only the gentle radiance of wall sconces to bathe

serene visage he had worn throughout his long coma—eyes shut, breaths even and

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺 – 𝗟𝗲𝗚𝗜𝗧 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧

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

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

“Very well…”