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

Chapter 988:

“Even now!” Denver spat, his voice trembling with pain and scorn. “Can you promise she’ll be safe? That she won’t suffer lasting damage?” Whether physical or psychological.

His frustration boiled over. “She’s in this mess because of you. Where were you when it happened? Aren’t you the one who brags about being all-powerful? Where were you when she needed you the most?”

Eric went silent, his lips parting but no sound emerging. His chiseled face turned stone-cold, unyielding.

“Hah!” With a sharp, bitter chuckle, Denver’s gaze dripped with scorn. “Hadley’s got the worst luck, doesn’t she? Stuck with two useless fools like us!”

Both claimed to adore her, yet neither could shield her, offer her security, or guarantee her joy.

Just then, the emergency room door swung open.

“Is there a relative of Hadley’s here? Please step forward for a moment!” Denver and Eric snapped their heads up in unison, but Denver was quicker, darting toward the nurse. “That’s me!”

to a general ward shortly—please take care of the

Denver snatched the paperwork from the nurse’s

done, Hadley was settled into a room. The nurse emerged, finding Denver and Eric still hovering by the door, neither having

room, “how is she doing? Can we

Her hyperbaric oxygen treatment just wrapped up, and she can’t speak yet.

“Understood, thank you!”

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news of her consciousness, his tension finally easing. Ignoring Eric, he moved to enter the room, but as his fingers closed around the doorknob, Eric grabbed his arm. Their eyes locked, each refusing to

courteous and composed, scowled. “The

a slight nod, standing firm. “I’m going

“Why should you?”

“Just because!”

snapped, exasperated. “Stop arguing. This isn’t a street market—it’s a hospital! Keep your voices down!” She eyed them both before adding, “Is one of you named Denver—or maybe

be me!” Denver replied instantly, his face taut. “I’m

said, pointing to the door.