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.

deep sorrow; the scenario he dreaded most seemed

you shaking your head like that?” Overcome with distress, Linda confronted the doctor, her eyes fiery and tear-stained. “You have the expertise. Isn’t there anything within your

exhausted all possible medical

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

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

Flynn…” The doctor’s voice trembled with fear as he turned to

her steady. “You need to calm

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;

your

yelling, her hands thumping against Eric’s motionless form.

firmly. “Stop this! You’re only causing

me what we’re supposed to 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 he remain

his eyes, choosing

flung herself into his embrace. “What