The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 96

After dropping Serena and Maria off at home, Paisley grabbed her gear. She was just about to head out when Jonathan's text popped up on her screen. "Jonathan?"

Paisley frowned at her buzzing phone. 'Why would Jonathan text me at this hour?' she wondered. 'Don't tell me he's already out of those meds? No way. I specifically told him to make them last.'

As Paisley walked out, she tapped open the message. Her frown deepened as she read. [Paisy, got a minute? I've got this tricky patient case. Any chance you could swing by and take a look?]

'Since when does Jonathan get stumped by patients?' Paisley thought. 'The universe can't seriously be messing with me like this.'

Paisley pocketed her phone without responding. She was headed to Harrowfell Hospital anyway—might as well ask Jonathan about it in person.

"Paisy, wait up." Maria hurried after her, slipping some snacks into Paisley's bag. "Don't forget to eat something when you're hungry."

Maria knew Paisley too well. Once she got into work mode, she'd completely forget about taking care of herself.

The gesture warmed Paisley's heart. "Thanks, Maria. I will."

"Go on. I've got Rena covered. She's in good hands," Maria smiled.

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At Harrowfell Hospital, after Jonathan briefed the Vanderbilts, he and Charles headed to the consultation room to discuss Paul's ongoing care and treatment plan with the medical team.

Seeing Charles about to leave, Marissa quickly called out, "Mr. Hansen, when's your mentor arriving? Should I send a car for her? I imagine she might need assistance at her age."

"Her age?" Charles looked startled and then corrected. "Oh, you've got it wrong. My mentor isn't old at all, and trust me, she'd be pretty mad if she heard you suggesting that."

Marissa quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Hansen. I had no idea."

"No worries, just watch what you say around her when she gets here. And don't worry about sending a car." Charles checked the time. "She'll still be a while getting here. She'll let me know when she's close."

"Of course." Marissa nodded with a smile.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Paul, putting on quite a show of concern and attachment.

Marissa's emotional display seemed contagious, pulling everyone else into the same worried mood.

No one was going anywhere until they got solid news about Paul's condition. Since they couldn't go into the room, they all camped out in the hallway. At least it was the VIP wing, so the waiting area was decent.

Still, after standing around for hours, exhaustion was starting to hit everyone hard.

Marissa sniffled, acting like she was doing her best to hold back. Her voice quivered. "You guys must be exhausted from all this waiting. Let me get some food and drinks sent up here."

Normally, Lauren, as the lady of the house, would've handled things. But here was Marissa, jumping in to play hostess.

But Lauren didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, she beamed at Marissa, "You're such a thoughtful girl, aren't you?"

This was the scene Paisley walked into.