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.

staff rushed in like a wave of white coats. The doctor swiftly adjusted the oxygen levels, increasing the pressure to stabilize Hadley’s breathing, while instructing the nurse

the doctor snapped without looking

stood guard at opposite ends—each weighed down by helplessness. From inside, the rapid beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor rang out,

torment. Panic burned in his chest, wild and consuming, while cold dread seeped through his bones, freezing every rational

much strain on her body. She’s far too weak to handle that kind

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Eric

appreciated,” Denver also said, his voice

They exchanged a glance—neither expression gave anything away, but neither of

looked at the screen, exhaled

sharp, cold sound. “Is your mother

you’re here, I’m staying. I won’t let you anywhere near Hadley if there’s even a chance you’ll hurt her

on staying. He