Chapter 672
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 672:
A sudden, familiar voice spoke softly as a tall shadow fell over them.
Eric stood in front, looking surprised.
Eric had stopped by the hospital to help Linda pick up her prescription; he hadnât expected to encounter Joy looking so fragile. Melba met his gaze. âOh, itâs you.â
With tear-stained cheeks, Joy stretched tiny arms toward Eric pleadingly. âJoy wants a hug!â
Eric couldnât possibly turn her down.
Melba didnât object either.
She noticed Joy genuinely adored Eric. Besides, she was right there, and no harm could come from him comforting the child. Perhaps he could ease Joyâs suffering, even if only briefly.
âItâs alright. Iâve got you. Youâre so brave, Joy.â
Cradling her gently, Eric glanced toward Melba, concern evident.
âWhat exactly is Joyâs condition?â
Melba stood silently, conflicted for several moments before finally choosing to speak.
Her voice cracked slightly as she admitted quietly, âItâs aplastic anemia.â
Aplastic anemia!
Stunned silence gripped Eric instantly.
He had prepared himself for difficult news, yet the reality of Joyâs illness struck him deeper than expected.
As he held Joy gently against him, Eric struggled to control his breathing.
She was still a childâhow could she face something so severe?
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Instinctively, Eric looked down at the girl in his embrace, fearing even the slightest pressure could harm her.
Brows deeply knitted, Eric asked Melba urgently, âWhatâs the reason for todayâs visit?â
Melba dabbed her moist eyes, exhaling slowly. âWe came today to get her admitted for her regular examinations. Sheâs spent all morning enduring one test after anotherâitâs exhausting for her tiny body.â
That explained why Joy appeared so weak, Eric realized with concern. He gently shifted Joyâs weight in his arms and softly asked, âJoy, can you tell me whatâs hurting you right now?â
Thinking carefully, Joy finally shook her head. âJoy doesnât know.â She bit her lip, tears spilling quietly down her cheeks. âBut I feel really, really sick inside.â
âShh, itâs okay.â Eric immediately stopped questioning. âI know, sweetheart. Iâm right here with you; donât cry.â
âOkay!â
Joy sniffled, pressing her tiny face closer into Ericâs chest.
Unsettled by her frail condition, Eric glanced worriedly toward Melba.
âWhereâs her room?â
âPlease come with me.â Once they reached the room, Ericâs tension only increased. âGet a doctor in here quickly!â
With Joy clearly distressed, Eric knew he wouldnât relax until a medical professional had checked on her. âIâll get someone right now.â She left the room hurriedly.
Colden had been busy all morning himself but immediately rushed in when informed about Joyâs condition.
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