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

Chapter 446:

At the entrance of the theater, medics rushed a stretcher, quickly loading another victim.

“Let’s get to the hospital, fast!”

Hospital.

Eric’s eyes flew open, and he bolted upright.

“Ugh—damn it!”

A sharp, searing pain tore through his chest, forcing him to clutch his ribs while pressing a hand to his throbbing head.

“Mr. Flynn!”

Phillips, who had been keeping vigil at his bedside, sprang to his feet, his face lighting up with relief. “You’re awake! That’s a damn good sign! The doctor said the sooner you wake up, the better your chances.”

of fingers in front of Eric’s face. “How many fingers,

Eric batted his hand away. “Do I look

nasty hit to the head—a concussion, they said. Gotta make sure everything’s

smirked despite himself. “Please. Even if someone’s brain got scrambled, it sure as hell wouldn’t

shoulders, arms, and head—a testament to the explosion that had thrown him off his feet. He looked worse than he actually was, but the pain reminded him that

took a steadying breath and cut straight

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brought in too,

Eric shoved the covers aside,

Mr. Flynn—hold

path, both hands raised

me finish! Hadley’s fine. They checked her out, and she was discharged already. But you, sir, are the one who’s

gestured at Eric’s right hand. “And you still have an

drip. With an exasperated sigh, he leaned back

body ached