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

Chapter 931:

Hadley accepted the situation. “Alright, I’ll arrange a taxi for you later. When you get there, make sure someone from the sanatorium will be there to meet you.”

Elissa laughed lightly. “Okay. Remember, I’m blind, not a child. People with visual impairments live fully capable lives.”

Still, Hadley felt a twinge of concern. When she got downstairs, she quickly spoke to Ernest.noveldrama

“Ernest, can you ensure that someone from the sanatorium is there to help Elissa when she gets back?”

Ernest gave a reassuring nod. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll make sure someone is there to pick her up.”

Taken aback by his promptness, Hadley nodded, somewhat perplexed.

“Thank you, Ernest.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t mention it.”

Yet, Hadley sensed something unusual. Ernest’s kindness towards Elissa seemed excessive.

“Ernest, Hadley?” Nyla called out, prompting them. “What’s the discussion? Bring it up in the car.”

“We’ve finished, Grandma.”

“Then hop in!”

Nyla maneuvered herself into the car, muttering under her breath, “I wonder what that was all about.”

Linda just shook her head silently. She didn’t say anything, but she caught bits of the conversation about the sanatorium. The group then proceeded toward the hospital.

In the hospital room, Eric lay as motionless as the previous day.

𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠: g𝕒𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝕖𝗅𝕤﹒ⅽ𝕠𝕞

“Eric, my precious boy…”

This was Nyla’s first glimpse of Eric since his accident, reviving memories of when Ernest had suffered a similar fate. “How did this happen to you? How did you end up in a coma like your brother?”

“Grandma,” Ernest stepped forward, his tone steady but heavy. “Eric’s injuries aren’t that serious. Aside from the blow to his head, he’s alright.”

Indeed, aside from the head injuries and some minor scrapes and bruises, Eric’s condition wasn’t severe.

“I see.” Nyla gently touched Eric’s cheek. “Look at him; he appears to be merely sleeping.”

She then turned to Hadley, taking her hand. “Hadley, please stay with him and talk to him. The doctors say he can hear us.”

Feeling the weight of Nyla’s gaze, Hadley experienced a surge of pressure.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I’ll do what I can, though I’m not sure it’ll make a difference.”

“That’s fine!” Nyla comforted her, eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t mean to pressure you, but we need to try our best under the circumstances, right? You two were close once, weren’t you?”

“Yes, we were.” Hadley lowered her gaze and nodded. “Ernest…”

Nyla addressed Ernest with clear directives. “Ensure everything here is in order, and see to Hadley’s needs.”

“Don’t worry, Grandma,” Ernest responded with a nod. “I would’ve handled it even without being asked.”

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