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

Chapter 925:

Now fully dressed, Ernest stepped out once more, his eyes meeting Linda’s with a trace of discomfort.

“Ernest,” she said, brushing past the moment with ease. “Come eat. The doctor’s due for rounds soon.”

“Right,” he said, though a quiet tension settled over them.

Forty-eight hours had slipped by, and Eric still lay unresponsive.

Three days had already gone by with Eric trapped in an unyielding coma.

Seventy-two long hours had passed. Not even a flicker of consciousness.

The doctor had come in again, checked his vitals, and stepped back with a deep frown and a slow shake of his head.

with a deep sorrow; the scenario he dreaded most seemed to have just

distress, Linda confronted the doctor, her eyes fiery and tear-stained. “You have the expertise. Isn’t there anything within your power to awaken

out a long breath. “I’ve exhausted all possible medical interventions. Now, it’s in Mr. Flynn’s hands

rose sharply in anger. “If you’re useless, just say so! The

gripped Ernest’s arm. “Fire him, Ernest! Get rid of him now and bring in someone who actually knows what

with fear as he turned to

wrist, holding her steady. “You need to calm down.

Why are you just lying here? The rival family is rejoicing in this! The Scott family wants you gone—are you really going to let them win? Get up! I can’t bear to see you this way! Stand

your

and yelling, her hands thumping against Eric’s motionless

firmly.

we’re supposed to do!” Linda raised her tear-filled eyes. “We’re the ones closest to him! We’ve stayed with

his

herself into