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

Chapter 1072:

“Sure,” Hadley replied, standing still as the bustling hospital lobby grew even more chaotic.

“Quick! Stop her! Don’t let her get away!”

Before she could make sense of it, a woman came sprinting straight toward her—and crashed right into her arms!

Hadley’s hand shot up instinctively, attempting to brace the woman stumbling toward her.

But the force was too much—she couldn’t steady the woman, and they both crashed to the floor in a tangle.

Hadley bore the brunt of the fall, cushioning the woman’s descent while taking a painful hit herself.

“I’m so sorry!” The woman scrambled to her feet, flustered. Hadley, wincing, waved off the apology, too breathless to respond before Brady rushed back to her side.

With effortless strength, Brady hoisted the woman upright, his eyes darting to Hadley with concern. “Are you hurt?” he asked, voice tight with worry.

“I’m fine.” Hadley reassured him, brushing herself off. She glanced at her palm—scraped raw, speckled with tiny beads of blood that stung fiercely.

“Watch your step

health was fragile—she couldn’t afford injuries like

shrank back, arms raised as if to ward off Brady’s anger, trembling as she stammered,

is an apology?” Brady snapped, his protective instincts in overdrive. “If my

woman’s fear. She shook her

crowd began to gather, their murmurs

me go!” The woman tugged against Brady’s grip, panic flashing in her

away

starts

brow furrowed—she sensed the crowd wasn’t just curious. Those people were likely after the woman. “Brady,

Brady blinked, caught off

the

released his grip with

to Hadley with a fleeting, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said before slipping away,

“Where did she go?”