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

Chapter 991:

“Hands off!” A dark cloud settled over Eric’s striking features as he brushed Denver aside, seizing Hadley’s hand with sudden urgency. “Hadley, what’s the matter?” he asked. Why was she shutting him out?

Hadley’s body went rigid at Eric’s touch, a ripple of distress coursing through her as she squirmed, her agitation plain. The monitor screeched in protest as her blood oxygen levels nosedived, its frantic beeping shattering the room’s tense quiet.

“Hadley!” Denver’s voice cracked with fear, his face draining of color. “What’s happening?”

He lunged for the emergency button beside the bed, jabbing it with desperation. “VIP Room 9! Please come quickly!” he barked into the intercom, his tone sharp with panic.

“On our way!” came the swift reply.

Denver wheeled on Eric, his glare blazing with fury. “Let go of her—now! Do you get it yet? Hadley doesn’t want you here!”

The alarm’s shrill wail quickened, slicing through the air like a knife.

the oxygen levels, increasing the pressure to stabilize Hadley’s

snapped without looking up. “Don’t interfere with the

room, the door shutting firmly behind them. Now separated by the sterile hospital corridor, they stood guard

caught in an unbearable torment. Panic burned in his chest, wild and consuming, while cold dread seeped through

his expression professional but firm. “Her emotional swing earlier put too much strain on her body. She’s far too weak to handle that kind of stress.

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹

Eric

Denver also said, his voice

away, silence stretched between them. They exchanged a glance—neither expression gave

the screen, exhaled through his nose, and declined

cold sound. “Is your mother looking for

with warning. “As long as you’re here, I’m staying. I won’t let you anywhere near Hadley if

strict orders of no visitors tonight, Eric insisted on staying. He would probably try something else, and Denver simply