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.

sorrow; the scenario he dreaded most seemed

her eyes fiery and tear-stained. “You have the

long breath. “I’ve exhausted all possible medical interventions. Now, it’s

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

Ernest’s arm. “Fire him, Ernest! Get rid of him now and bring in

doctor’s voice trembled with fear as he turned

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

your

weeping and yelling, her hands thumping against Eric’s motionless

firmly. “Stop this! You’re

do!” Linda raised her tear-filled eyes. “We’re the ones closest to him! We’ve stayed with him night and day, and the doctor claims he’s physically stable. Why does

his eyes,

Linda flung herself into his embrace. “What