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

Chapter 924:

A brief silence stretched across the line before Ernest sighed. “I get it. I won’t push you.”

After the call ended, Hadley clutched her phone, her mind a storm of feelings. Would Eric wake within the next two days?

“Hadley?” Elissa’s voice came as she carefully navigated toward her friend.

“Elissa,” Hadley said, rushing to steady her. “What do you need? Why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s fine,” Elissa smiled. “I can find my way slowly. See, I’m okay. I just wanted to get a glass of water.”

Hadley poured a glass swiftly. “Here.”

“Thank you,” Elissa said, sipping it gently. “Was that Ernest on the phone?”

“Yeah.”

“Eric’s still not awake?”

Hadley shook her head, resuming her prep

you going to visit him?” Elissa asked, resting against the counter, facing her

stilled. “Why would I?

out a soft breath. “I can’t figure him out. He got hurt with Linda, but then raced off to see you. Does he think he can juggle two

on in silence, offering

in danger either.

rose

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺? 𝓜𝒐𝒓𝑒 novels

stepped into the hospital room that morning, having left Ernest to keep

around, finding the space

toward the bathroom. “Mr.

replied, moving to the small dining nook to arrange the

bathroom door swung open, and

Linda turned

gazes collided, and for a split second,

promptly retreated, shutting the door