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

Chapter 877:

The doctor had already examined her—her blood pressure was dangerously low.

“What happened?” Ernest asked, his voice sharp and full of concern. He couldn’t understand how the staff had failed to take care of a single person.

She was blind, not critically ill. How had things escalated to this?

The caregiver stepped forward. “Mr. Flynn, I’m not entirely certain, but it appears Miss Holland may have a sleepwalking condition.”

“Sleepwalking?” Ernest’s eyes narrowed. He turned to Quentin. “Check the surveillance footage.”

“Right away, sir.”

Night-vision cameras in the facility had captured everything. Upon watching the footage, Ernest’s expression darkened. Elissa had indeed been sleepwalking.

But what unsettled him most was what she did during it—cradling a cushion like a child, gently patting it.

“Mr. Flynn.” The doctor approached. “We administered an injection and provided oxygen support. Her condition has stabilized.”

Ernest murmured, heading

sat beside her bed, staring at

happened after she found out she

Robin back then. Why had Robin allowed her to carry the pregnancy to term? And

must’ve been pain behind her decision. She could’ve chosen

the image of her clinging to the cushion like a

leaving Locke. Maybe that regret had triggered the sleepwalking. This—this was his fault.

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in her sleep, she tried to

Ernest reached out

will help you feel better.” He gently patted her shoulder,

slowed, her

gave a faint smile

dawn, he left

instead of returning to Flynn Mansion, he

managed through diet and proper rest. In more serious cases, we

condition?” Ernest hesitated. “I’m not sure. I just found