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

Chapter 680:

He then called Melba to check on Joy’s condition.

“How’s Joy now? I’m heading over.”

“She’s trying to rest, but it’s been restless,” Melba replied with a sigh.

“I see,” Eric responded, concern marking his features as he drove.

Upon his arrival at the hospital, he didn’t head straight to Joy’s ward. Instead, he met with her doctor first.

“Mr. Flynn.” Colden acknowledged him with a nod, offering a seat.

“Joy started her treatment regimen today.”

“I know.”

Eric expressed his understanding with a nod and turned the conversation toward the medication.

“Dr. Torres, is this medicine beneficial for Joy?”

“The medicine you mentioned…” After a thoughtful pause, Colden confirmed,

“Indeed, it should provide significant relief.”

The medication, though not a cure, promised to significantly lessen the discomfort Joy faced during her treatments.

Colden had previously hesitated to prescribe it, held back by two main obstacles—its high cost and scarcity.

Indeed, this particular medication was not stocked within Srixby.

“That’s reassuring.”

Eric acknowledged with relief, learning it was helpful for Joy’s condition. He assured,

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“I’ll arrange for its delivery soon.” Handling the logistics was easy for him.

Given that Ernest had been on this medication, Eric planned to redirect some from their reserve for Joy.

“Thank you, Mr. Flynn.”

Colden expressed his deep appreciation, his demeanor reflecting his dedication as a healer.

“Your support means a great deal.”noveldrama

Eric dismissed the gratitude with a wave of his hand and made his way toward the ward.

Aware of his impending visit, Hadley had chosen that moment to step away, not wanting to confront him directly.

“Hello!” Eric said as he swung the door open.

Joy, who was propped up in her hospital bed, spotted him and made an effort to sit up more quickly.

“Take it easy, little one,” Melba cautioned, rushing to steady her.

“Look who’s here. Are you excited?”

“Yes, I’m so happy!” Joy exclaimed.

“Joy.”

Eric closed the distance between them, lifting Joy effortlessly into one arm and drawing her close. As he wiped the sweat from her brow—a sign of her ongoing discomfort—he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Hang in there, Joy. We’re going to get you feeling better very soon.”

He then turned to Melba, his expression shifting to one of concern.

“Where’s her mother?”

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