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

Chapter 1071:

Even when the fever dipped, it never fell below 101°F.

He was mostly delirious, rarely aware of his surroundings.

Linda, stationed by his bedside in her wheelchair, maintained a constant vigil.

Eric’s face was burning with fever, his lips cracked and dry. Sweat rolled down his temples, dampening his hair and soaking into the pillow.

Linda wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, quietly swapping out the ice pack from his forehead. She leaned close, her voice soft but steady. “Eric, please get better soon.”

That morning, Hadley had no shooting schedule.

She and Brady had planned a visit to the hospital.

Upon their arrival, Josue conducted several tests on Brady.

“The results show no major concerns.” Josue reviewed the report and spoke in a calm, measured tone. “Mr. Jenkins, you underwent surgery three months ago?”

replied, nodding. “I was injured in a car

superficial, and the surgery

a nod. “Your recovery seems to

transplant, you’ll need to wait another

wait?” Brady frowned. “Can’t we speed this up somehow? Doctor, I really

“Feeling fine doesn’t equate to being ready. That’s a determination for

another procedure could jeopardize your recovery. Additionally, you should adopt a

still felt the pace

frowned slightly. “Didn’t

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delay was already a significant reduction from the initial, longer

Brady’s health for any reason was not an

we will

Josue acknowledged with a nod. “I will prescribe some medications for you to take daily, and I’m also referring

a booklet. “Here’s a guidebook for exercises tailored to such conditions. Please