Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 932:

“Good.”

Nyla’s eyes filled with tears as she sighed. “You brothers have always been close, facing life’s trials together… Having you here reassures me, though I can’t help it.”

Given that Eric’s condition warranted minimal disturbance, Nyla soon departed with Ernest and Linda, leaving Hadley alone with Eric.

Before she left, Nyla took Hadley’s hand earnestly. “Dear girl, thank you for everything you’ve done for Eric.”

Hadley pulled a chair up to the bedside and sat down.

Now alone, with the nurse off preparing medication and the caregiver occupied elsewhere, Hadley faced the quiet of the hospital room. She knew her role, as outlined by the doctor, was to keep company and speak to Eric.

But what was she supposed to say?

Even so, could she really talk about reconciliation or growing old together just to awaken him?

Eventually, Hadley curled her lips into a soft chuckle. “Humph. You really are something, aren’t you? Rushing headlong into my place with an injured head? If you’re that adept, why are you here, sprawled out in such disarray? Do you think this will affect me? Listen, Eric…” Hadley’s gaze hardened as she spoke. “You don’t have the luxury to just rest here. For Joy’s sake, you need to wake up!”

The ventilator’s steady hum was the only reply.

Hadley’s eyelashes fluttered as she pulled out her phone, selecting a playlist she often danced to. “Let me tell you about Joy.”

This, she knew, was something Eric would want to hear. It would be easier for her as well since there was no need to fake anything.

“When Joy was born, she wasn’t a lightweight, tipping the scales at 7.3 pounds…” A soft smile played on Hadley’s lips, her eyes glistening with a hint of moisture. “It was unexpected. My belly wasn’t that large, but still, she turned out to be such a sturdy little girl. Even the nurse was taken aback. She’s such a good girl, hardly ever cried, and always slept soundly after her meals… At six months, I stopped the nighttime feedings, and she didn’t make a fuss, slept right through the night.” She continued, recounting the details, while the man on the bed lay silently, unresponsive.

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That night, at Flynn Mansion.

Ernest entered just as Nyla was preparing for bed.

“Ernest, perfect timing,” Nyla said, motioning for him to sit.

“There’s something I need to ask you.”

Ernest took the seat he had been offered. “Grandma, what do you want to talk to me about?”

“I need you to be truthful, Ernest,” Nyla said gently, her voice heavy with worry. “Is Eric’s recent injury connected to the same people who arranged your accident before?”noveldrama

“Grandma,” Ernest’s brow creased slightly. “You promised me before that you’d step back once the Flynn family was securely ours.”

“Oh, Ernest!” Nyla’s voice trembled anxiously. “It’s not that I’m trying to meddle, but seeing both of you getting hurt—how can I not ask what’s going on?”

He hesitated to share details, especially with Eric tangled up with the Scott family.

Finally, Ernest answered vaguely, “Yeah.”

“You…” Nyla sighed, exasperation evident in her tone. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop asking!”

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