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…”

her gaze and began to

before him stood rigid, her pale face set with a steely stare… Eric, come

in, Ernest eased the hospital room door open

motionless on the bed, eyes shut, while Linda dozed with her head resting near the edge, the

lifted the book away, and retrieved a blanket

awake. “Ernest, you’re here already?

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nodded.

and Eric

two-thirds of the doctor’s 72-hour

shimmered with unshed tears. “We’ll see what the doctor has to say. It’s too soon to give

could he do but stay by his brother’s side and support

sorting through ingredients for lunch when her phone buzzed with Ernest’s name

Could it mean…

to guess and picked