บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Deal : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Elizabeth's point of view;After they wheeled Richard away, a nurse walked up to me, holding a clipboard.“Ma’am, I need you to fill out a form for the patient in Operation,” she said gently.I blinked at her, still standing in the middle of the hallway like I wasn’t really there. My chest felt heavy, like a boulder was crushing inside it. My thoughts were scattered, foggy.She held the pen out to me, "what's your relationship with the patient ma'am"“I… I…” I choked, struggling to form words.What was I to Richard?“He’s my… boss,” I said finally, because that was the only thing that made sense on paper.As soon as the words left my lips, the nurse hesitated, her expression shifting.“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll need a family member to fill this out then,” she said, gently withdrawing the form.“There’s no need for that,” a voice said from behind me.I turned around, slowly, to find Rose walking toward me.“That’s Mr. Richard Anthony ” she said to the nurse. “He owns this hospital.”The nurs

Elizabeth's point of view Three days later…The sound of the bell echoed softly, followed by a gentle knock.“Hello?” Vivian said as she stepped into the room, holding a tub of Jessica’s favorite ice cream and a bouquet of fresh lavender.“I came as soon as I could,” she said, her voice warm, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Jessica.“Viv!!” Jessica squealed, trying to sit up too fast.“Careful, careful,” I warned gently, rushing to steady her. The bruises on her face had begun to fade, but the cast on her arm was still fresh, and her body was still sore, every movement made her wince.“I am sorry I couldn't come earlier,” Vivian said softly, walking over and leaning in to hug Jessica tightly before turning to me.Her smile faltered slightly as she took me in. “How are you?” she asked, softly.I opened my mouth, then closed it. What could I even say? There were no words big enough for the storm inside me. I felt hollow… like I was barely holding myself up.So I just sighe

Elizabeth’s Point of ViewI dipped my head immediately, heart pounding as Rose stepped forward and tried to speak.“Uhm… ma’am, we’re just here to check his vitals.”Even without looking up, I could feel it—Sylvia’s glare.“Didn’t I tell you never to attend to him when I’m not here?” she scolded.“But ma’am, you were gone for almost an hour and—”“I wasn’t gone for an hour,” she snapped, cutting her off. “And even if I was, you should have waited. Is that too hard?”She paused then, her eyes sweeping over all of us like we were insects under a glass.“So?” she asked, folding her arms. “How is he doing?”Rose blinked. “What?”Sylvia’s voice rose again, sharp and impatient. “You said you came to check his vitals. I’m asking—what’s the update? Is there any progress? Or is this hospital just filled with useless, overpaid incompetents who know nothing?”We all stood frozen. Even Rose’s mouth hung slightly open. I had always thought Sylvia saved that tone for me… but clearly, no one was saf

As soon as they let go of me, I rushed to Richard.“Sit down,” I whispered, holding him gently, guiding him back onto the bed.He sat back on the bed breathing heavy.“What is this?” Sylvia asked Beatrice, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Why are you defending this witch?”"I’m not defending anyone. I’m doing what’s best for Richard.” Beatrice explains stepping further into the room.“And if you care about him as much as you say you do, you’d let Elizabeth stay. She’s clearly the only one he wants… and her presence clearly makes him better. Let her stay for now, untill he gets better”Sylvia narrowed her eyes with disbelieve as she stared at her, then her gaze shifted to me and Richard.The monitor beside him was quiet now, his heart rate steady. “Does having her by his side really make him better?” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.But the matron answered anyway.“Yes.”Sylvia said nothing more. She didn’t look at me again. She just turned slowly and walked out.That

Elizabeth’s Point of View:“I know you got triggered when she mentioned Laura, but you shouldn’t have spoken to your mum like that,” I said to Richard once we were alone in the elevator.“Especially not in front of all those people,” I added as the elevator doors opened revealing Richard’s private floor.Apparently, the house had five floors, including an underground basement. The basement alone was a whole world of its own—with a gym, a cinema, an indoor tennis and basketball court, and a game room.The first floor—the entrance floor—had over four living rooms, a guest lounge, a waiting area, and a grand dining space. There was also an indoor spa and an indoor pool too.The second floor held the main kitchen, a large dining area, two pantries, and a beautiful, glass-walled library that stretched from one end of the floor to the other.The third floor was what Richard called “the guest wing”—with thirteen ensuite bedrooms, each with its own sitting area and mini lounge.But the top f