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

Chapter 78:

Linda gave a knowing smile as she shook her head. “I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Now, come on, have some more.”

The surgery concluded successfully at two in the afternoon, and Nyla was transferred to a regular ward. The doctor briefed Eric thoroughly on the post-operative care.

“The next 24 hours are critical. Ideally, a family member should be present. We do have caregivers, but patients often respond better to family.”

“I’ll stay!”

“I’ll stay!”

Both Eric and Hadley said at the same time.

Eric looked over at Hadley, who then hesitated. “I mean, it’s really Mr. Flynn’s decision. If he stays, that’s enough.”

The doctor suggested, “Perhaps both of you should consider staying. For one, Mr. Flynn, you might not have the specific attentiveness that a female could offer in caring for an elder. Additionally, should any decisions need to be made, it’s prudent for Mr. Flynn to be present.” He paused, observing both Eric and Hadley for their reaction.

Silence fell between them.

The doctor added, “This is merely a recommendation. Ultimately, the decision is yours to make.”

“Eric…” Linda said, her expression concerned.

“Here’s what we’ll do.”

Eric resolved, addressing Hadley. “We should both stay. Would that work for you?”

“Of course,” Hadley nodded.

Her commitment to stay was personal. Nyla had looked after her for five years, and she felt indebted to her. She had even arranged a day off with Lennon to ensure she could be there.

“Looks like you do have some sense of duty,” Eric replied, and then turned to Linda. “Linda, you were saying?”

“It’s nothing,” Linda replied with a soft smile. “I’m just eager for Nyla to wake up. I have to return to work this afternoon and then attend an event later.”

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“No worries,” Eric offered warmly.

“Grandma has always appreciated you. She understands your work commitments, and I’m sure she doesn’t mind.”noveldrama

“Yes, that’s true.”

“Since you have work later,” Eric said, glancing at his watch, “Linda, let me walk you out.”

“Sure.”

Back in the ward, Nyla remained unconscious, an oxygen mask fitted to her face as the machines around her emitted a soft beeping. A nurse periodically checked on her.

Hadley was tasked with keeping Nyla’s lips moist and alerting the nurse if the IV bag emptied or if any alarms went off.

Remaining vigilant, Hadley positioned a chair next to the bed and stayed close.

As the nurse replaced the IV bag, she warned, “Fever is common after surgery. Keep monitoring her temperature.”

“I’ll keep a close watch, thank you.”

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