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

Chapter 923:

“Alright,” Ernest agreed without protest.

He added, “If anything happens overnight, ring the nurse. And if Eric’s condition shifts at all, call me right away.”

“Don’t worry,” Linda teased with a mock glare. “Do you think I’d forget?”

“Just overly cautious, I suppose,” Ernest replied, rising to grab his coat from the sofa. Slipping it on, he casually tucked the pencil into his pocket.

Linda’s lips curved faintly, though she feigned ignorance.

In the stillness of the late night, Linda sat beside the hospital bed, a book in hand, her eyes tracing Eric’s quiet features.

When he was this serene, the resemblance to Ernest was uncanny. How remarkable, she thought, that two people could mirror each other so closely!

“Eric,” she said softly, opening the book on her lap, “The doctor suggested we keep talking to you. I’ve been chattering away, but you’re still not responding. I hope I’m not boring you. How about I read instead? This is one you’ve always loved…”

began to read in

count looked away. The woman before him stood rigid, her pale face set with a steely stare… Eric, come back to us. Promise

Ernest eased the hospital room door open and stepped

dozed with her head

and retrieved a blanket from the sofa to

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he nodded. “I couldn’t

and Eric still

of the doctor’s

“We’ll see what the doctor has to

could he do but stay

sorting through ingredients for lunch when her phone buzzed

Could it mean…

hesitated to guess