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

Chapter 287:

Tears sprang to Ernest’s eyes in an instant, shimmering on his lashes before spilling free from the corners. Nyla’s composure crumbled entirely. She clutched her eldest grandson’s hand with fervent strength, her voice fracturing as sobs overtook her. “Ernest, my darling!”

Eric, ever mindful of his grandmother’s fragile state, steadied her with a gentle touch. “Grandma, you mustn’t weep so. It’ll only weigh on Ernest’s heart even more!”

At his words, Nyla wrestled her sobs into submission, though the ache within her chest gnawed relentlessly.

Yet something felt amiss. Ernest’s response… it wasn’t what she had envisioned. She turned to the doctor, her eyes alight with unspoken queries. Hadn’t he really awakened? If he was truly conscious, shouldn’t words have tumbled from his lips by now? Since their arrival, Ernest had uttered not a sound.

Reading her distress, the doctor offered a soothing explanation. “Mrs. Flynn, there’s no cause for alarm. This is quite typical for someone emerging from such a prolonged slumber…” It was only natural for someone rousing from years in a coma to need time to mend. Ernest’s mind was awake, but his voice, his movement, even the simplest acts of self-reliance—they would require patient rehabilitation. He was starting anew, like a child learning the world afresh.

certainty, “with time and therapy, he’ll

hand a tender pat. “Did you hear that, love? All will be well in time.

stream of

anew. “You must be weary, poor thing. I’m sorry we roused you so

Eric chimed in, his tone warm and steadfast. “I’ll be here too.” Ernest, still

asleep, Eric guided Nyla to the outer lounge, where the doctor awaited to shed

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had long relinquished the helm of the Flynn dynasty, her presence still commanded reverence. “Will Ernest ever reclaim the

answering with measured candor. “I cannot vow a complete restoration. Medicine is an art of uncertainties, and each soul dances to its own rhythm of healing…” Seeing Nyla’s face shadow with dismay, he hastened to bolster her spirits. “Yet I swear to you, we’ll leave no stone unturned in his care.

to Eric,