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.”

are you?” Nyla shot him a watery glare. “Do you think I’m shedding these tears by choice? They’ve a mind of their own! Oh… my dear Ernest, awake at

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 twisting

never abandon us so—he has proven

night, Linda was absent, immersed in the filming of a nocturnal

to be away… how can she not

Eric soothed. “I’ve already spoken to her

have to suffice, I

the hushed confines of 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 Nyla to the

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

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of emotions as she turned to the doctor, bewilderment etched across her

awoke

“Very well…”