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

Chapter 1369:

A heavy hush filled the space.

Though Addy’s condition had stabilized, the stroke had left him dulled and unresponsive—only half-conscious, his awareness drifting in and out.

He lay motionless beneath thin hospital sheets, an oxygen mask fixed over his face, his complexion waxy and worn.

Elissa pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down slowly. Addy’s mouth hung slightly open in sleep, his chest rising and falling in fragile rhythm.

“Grandpa…” The word caught in her throat, thick with emotion.

Ernest, standing quietly beside her, offered her a tissue without a word.

“Thank you.” She took it and clutched it in her hand, eyes never leaving Addy’s face. “He’s aged so much…” she whispered.

brow lifting slightly. “You two

always working—too busy to be around. It was my grandpa

the absence too deeply—not with Addy by her side. Then came the years abroad with her mother. Distance crept in. And when she returned

the scandal, after her fall from grace, she’d severed ties with

ache twisted inside her. “I don’t even know if he still wants to see me,” she murmured.

Ernest’s voice was firm,

Elissa glanced up at him, brows

himself. You weren’t just his granddaughter—you were his

searching, uncertain.

before he could offer more reassurance,

bolted upright,

as he fought to open them. His voice, when it came, was dry and

closer, her voice trembling. “It’s

He repeated slowly, the name dragging across