All Chapters of The Last Days of Mr Andrew : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 11Andrew didn’t sleep well.He tossed and turned through the night, the sheets twisting around him as his breathing stayed uneven in the dark. By morning, he was already awake, staring at the ceiling as though it had personally offended him.A dry cough caught in his chest.He sat up slowly and pressed a hand to his ribs. “Annoying,” he muttered.From the kitchen, Nancy’s voice drifted in. “I heard that.”Andrew closed his eyes briefly. “Of course you did.”A moment later, she appeared in the doorway, her arms folded loosely. “How long have you been awake?”“Long enough.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one you’re getting.”Nancy sighed and stepped inside, setting a glass of water on the bedside table. “Drink.”“I’m not a child.”“No,” she said evenly, “children listen faster.”He gave her a flat look. “You’re becoming bold.”“And you’re becoming worse,” she replied, her tone softer now. “Drink the water.”He held her gaze for a moment, then reluctantly took the glass.

CHAPTER 13Andrew woke before sunrise. No coughing this time, just a heavy, quiet awareness in his chest, as if his body were tallying every battle he’d demanded it fight.He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, then pushed himself upright with deliberate slowness.Across the room, Nancy slept in the armchair, head tilted to one side, a blanket draped over her lap. Andrew frowned, rubbing his jaw.“You stayed,” he muttered.Nancy stirred, blinking awake. “Mm. You told me to.”“I didn’t tell you to sleep there.” He swung his legs over the bed’s edge.“You didn’t tell me to leave either.” She yawned, stretching her arms overhead.Andrew opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. “Go home.”Now her eyes sharpened fully. “Good morning to you too.”“You’ve been here all night.”“Yes.” She tossed the blanket aside.“You need rest.”Nancy sat up straighter and rolled her shoulders. “I’ll rest later. How are you feeling?”“I’m fine.”She arched a brow. “We’re not doing that today.”“…I’m fun

CHAPTER 15Andrew didn’t anticipate the sudden intensity of it that night.He had just slipped off his jacket, the fabric whispering against his skin as the penthouse’s oppressive quiet wrapped around him like a heavy, suffocating blanket, when the cough returned, sharp, unrelenting, clawing at his lungs with fiery insistence.“Sit, Andrew, sit down,” Nancy commanded, her voice cutting through the haze as she moved with urgent grace, chair legs scraping softly on the polished floor.“I’m fine, ” he protested hoarsely, but the words fractured into a violent bout of coughing that doubled him over, his vision blurring at the edges.With determined ease, she guided him to the couch, her hand steady and warm on his arm, the cushions yielding beneath him like a reluctant embrace. “Just breathe. Slowly,” she instructed, kneeling close enough for him to catch the faint citrus of her shampoo.Leaning forward, elbows on knees, he gripped the edge of the seat, knuckles paling as his breath grew

CHAPTER 17The penthouse was quiet, but it was no longer empty in the way it once had been. There was a softness to it now, a sense of lived-in calm that came from Nancy’s presence.She sat curled on the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, phone pressed to her ear. “Yes, Maya, I’m alive,” she said, rolling her eyes. Her free hand moved as if her sister could see the gesture. “Barely surviving, but still breathing.”Andrew sat across from her with a file open in front of him. He didn’t look up. He simply turned a page, the sound cutting softly through the room.“That’s dramatic,” Maya’s voice came through the phone, light and teasing.“It’s accurate,” Nancy replied, a smile tugging at her mouth. “Try living with a control freak for a week.”Andrew shifted slightly, though he kept his gaze on the file.“…I can hear you,” he said dryly.“I know,” Nancy replied, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.Maya laughed on the other end of the line. “Oh, he’s there? Say hi for me.”Nancy smi

CHAPTER 19The knock came once. Firm and Deliberate. Not the kind you ignored.Nancy looked up from where she stood, a stack of fresh linens in her arms. “Are you expecting someone?”Andrew didn’t answer, but something in his expression shifted. The tension in the room thickened like a gathering storm.“…No,” he finally replied, his voice tight.The door swung open anyway, revealing James, his posture straight but his tone noticeably careful. “Mr. Cross… Mr. Reeves is here.”A pause.“...He has legal counsel with him.”Nancy frowned. “Legal…?”Andrew’s jaw tightened slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. “...Let him in,” he said, dismissing the discomfort building in his gut.Daniel Reeves stepped in, his entrance imbued with a confidence that felt unsettling. He wasn’t rushed; he was certain, flanked by two lawyers carrying hefty documents like they were shields of authority.Nancy straightened immediately, her instinct flaring. “Wow. This looks official.”Daniel’s