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.

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

her eyes fiery and

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

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

him, Ernest! Get rid of him now and bring in someone who actually knows what

trembled with fear

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

his collar, and began to shake him forcefully. “Eric! Wake up! 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 and confront the Scotts! You’re grown now; you’ve got this! Get up, get

brings your imagination

and yelling, her hands thumping against Eric’s

Ernest rushed to her, clasping her arm firmly. “Stop this! You’re only causing

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

his eyes,

into his embrace. “What should