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

Chapter 873:

With no chance to set her down, Hadley sat by the bed, cradling Joy through the night’s waning hours.

Near morning, she brushed Joy’s forehead—cool at last, her breathing deep and even.

Hadley eased Joy onto the mattress, and this time, Joy stayed peaceful.

Exhaling in relief, Hadley stole a moment to rest.

Her eyes had barely shut when her phone buzzed again.

Another text from Eric. “Just spoke to Dr. Nixon. Bring Joy in today—tell him about last night and get her checked for reassurance.”

Hadley typed back instantly, “Okay.”

No sooner had she sent it than Eric pinged again. “You okay? Did you sleep at all?”

Hadley’s gaze wavered. She hesitated for a breath, then set the phone down, leaving it unanswered.

end, Eric waited, phone in hand, staring at the silent screen. His throat tightened. She didn’t even bother with a polite dodge anymore—his concern meant nothing to

dawn, just like the day before, Hadley brought Joy

Joy outside to

of sight,

discomfort early on with new meds is standard. It’s

touch. “What do we do? Does it need anything

head. “If it spikes unusually high—or a low fever that lingers over a week, or she gets stomach trouble, come

𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 → 𝓰ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝓬𝓸𝓶

Hadley nodded, worry still etching her face.

“You’re welcome.”

at Eric. “I’ll grab

didn’t reply, his eyes catching the shadows beneath hers—proof

you

much. Caring for

flashed a faint smile.

growing heavy. “Caring for your

enough. But as Joy’s father, he hadn’t