The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley)

"Looking at Mr. Hansen's reaction..." Reginald seemed nervous. "Whoever this person is must be hard to reach. If we can't get them here... Is that it for my father, Mr. Walsh? Is there really no other hope?"

'Just a few months left?' The tiny spark of hope that had lit up in Reginald's eyes dimmed at the thought. Jonathan stared at Paul's sallow face on the hospital bed. After moment's hesitation, he finally made up his mind. "If Mr. Hansen can't get his mentor to come, I might know someone else. Another practitioner of the Ancient Medical Arts."

"For real?" Reginald's eyes lit up instantly.

Dominick and the rest of the Vanderbilts turned to Jonathan, waiting for him to continue.

Everyone knew that given how close Jonathan was to Paul, if this mystery healer was easy to reach, he would've mentioned them right from the start.

Sure enough, Jonathan's expression grew troubled. "Thing is, she's incredibly hard to get hold of. I've asked her to join our hospital a bunch of times, but she's shot me down every single time."

Jonathan didn't add that if it weren't for a chance encounter years ago, this young prodigy probably wouldn't even remember who he was.

Reginald nodded grimly. He knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"But don't worry," Jonathan assured them. "I'll do everything in my power to help Paul."

Right now, everyone's hopes were riding on Charles' phone call-the one that seemed to be going on forever.

Finally, the call ended. Charles let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead before heading back into the hospital room. His face had already shifted back to its usual stern expression. Charles met the hopeful eyes of the Vanderbilt family and spoke carefully, "My mentor says she's willing to come take a look. Whether she'll treat him, or if it's even possible, will depend on what she finds."

It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no, either. For now, anything was possible.noveldrama

Inside the hospital room, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

Jonathan relaxed his shoulders. "Alright, we just need one person to stay with him. Everyone else should clear out so the patient can rest."

"I'll stay." Dominick volunteered immediately to look after Paul.

The rest of the Vanderbilts knew how close Dominick was to Paul, so no one argued with his request. "Fine by me," Jonathan said. "Just hit the call button if anything comes up."

"Will do. Thanks, Mr. Walsh," Dominick replied politely.

In moments, the previously crowded room fell quiet and still.

Dominick settled into the chair by the bed, taking Paul's warm, weathered hand in his. "You know, you're getting more stubborn with age," he said softly. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

Before, no matter how heated their arguments got, Paul would always fire back at Dominick. Even when they were just throwing angry words at each other, there was always that back-and-forth.

But now, the figure lying in the bed couldn't respond at all.

It had been a long time since their last argument. Dominick couldn't even recall when it was.

He pondered for a moment, and then it hit him. It was shortly after his divorce from Paisley. Paul was furious when he found out. He had hit Dominick for the first time.

Growing up, Dominick had never done anything to disappoint Paul until the divorce with Paisley. "Grandpa, you were right to scold me back then. I regret it... I truly regret it..." Dominick murmured. The truth was, he had regretted it the moment he signed the divorce papers. But both he and Paisley were caught up in the heat of the moment. He had assumed Paisley couldn't live without him, that it was all just a bluff.