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.”

heading to her

at her pale

after she

allowed her to carry the

been pain behind her decision.

her clinging to the

regret had triggered the sleepwalking. This—this was his fault. He had pushed her too far—even though he never

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her sleep, she tried to remove the

Ernest reached out and caught her

softly. “The oxygen will help you feel better.” He gently

breathing slowed, her body

smile and kept holding her

dawn, he left

instead of returning to Flynn Mansion,

it’s mild,” the doctor explained, “sleepwalking can often be managed through diet and proper rest. In more serious cases, we may

Ernest hesitated. “I’m not