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

Chapter 945:

“Nyla—” Linda stepped in quickly, taking hold of Nyla’s arm in an attempt to calm her. “Please, try to stay calm. Eric… he went to find Hadley.”

“Find Hadley?” Nyla echoed, confused and annoyed. “Didn’t she promise me she’d look after him? He wakes up and she leaves? Couldn’t she have humored him for a little longer?”

Just then, a voice called from the hallway. “They’re back! Mr. Flynn and Miss Pearson just arrived!”

“Eric!” Nyla’s anger evaporated in an instant as she looked toward the door.

And there he was—Eric, holding Hadley’s hand, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

Hadley, on the other hand, kept her head down, her eyes avoiding everyone in the room.

Seeing the contrast between them, Nyla felt a quiet ache in her chest. Her grandson’s eyes were full of light—completely taken with Hadley. But Hadley? She might not feel the same.

beaming. “Sorry

Nyla huffed, glaring at him even as relief flooded her expression. “Get back in that bed this

Eric said, tapping his chest with

turned

Flynn!” a nurse replied

was gently helped back into bed, and moments later, the doctor

of stories:

he’s still weak and recovering. Since the injury involved head trauma, I

do what you need to,” Nyla

“Understood.”

half-shadowed by the doorframe. She hadn’t said a word, hadn’t moved. But when she heard the doctor’s assessment, she finally exhaled—the tension in her shoulders

was okay. And for now… there was still hope

care. “It looks like everything’s under control

“Hadley…”

to leave—not when Eric was clinging to