My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Looks Like He’s Not Short on Cash

"Hello, handsome."

Not knowing what else to call him, but feeling she had to say something, Doris Morton greeted him with a cliché line.

Damien Vaughn glanced at her but didn’t reply. He turned to Cecelia Archer and said.

"Pack up your things. You’re coming with me."

Cecelia Archer knew he wanted to move Candy to a different room, so she stood her ground.

"We really don’t need to move. I’m earning money now. I’ll be able to transfer her back in a few days."

"So there’s nothing to pack? Then we’ll just go."

Damien Vaughn completely ignored her refusal, turning and walking away with Candy in his arms.

Cecelia Archer: "..."

Doris Morton didn’t understand what they were talking about. "Where does he want you to go with him?"

Cecelia Archer said, "He wants to change Candy’s room, back to the VIP ward."

Doris Morton replied, "That’s a good thing! You can tell just by looking at him that he’s not short on cash. If he’s willing to pay for the transfer, just let him."

Cecelia Archer couldn’t believe Doris Morton was saying this.

"We’re practically strangers. Why should I let him do that for me?"

Doris Morton was speechless for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Is he interested in you? Cecelia, don’t be silly. Who cares what his reasons are! If he isn’t into you and just wants to do a good deed, then let him! People like him have more money than they can spend. To them, money is just a number. If they don’t spend it on you, they’ll just waste it on some other random stuff. It would be a waste not to take it."

"And if he *is* interested in you, Cecelia, you’ve hit the jackpot! You get a tall, handsome, and rich husband for free. You’re not losing out on anything, so what’s there to hesitate about?"

Cecelia Archer: "..."

"Alright, alright," Doris Morton said, urging her on. In any case, she found Damien Vaughn quite agreeable and couldn’t wait to find Cecelia a powerful backer.

"Stop standing there in a daze. Before you know it, you won’t even know where he’s taken your daughter. Hurry up and go after them."

The two of them followed Damien Vaughn and, to their surprise, ended up at the hospital director’s office.

Damien Vaughn was there to ask about the progress of Candy’s donor matching over the past two days. The director pulled up her file and looked it over.

"The bone marrow matching has just begun; we haven’t found a suitable donor yet. The child’s vital signs are all currently stable, so there’s really no need for her to stay in the hospital. How about this: I’ll have Director Mason prescribe some medication, and she can go home to rest and recuperate."

That would save a lot on hospital fees, so Cecelia Archer agreed.

Damien Vaughn handed Candy back to Cecelia Archer and personally went to pick up a half-month’s supply of medication for her.

"Where do you live? I’ll take you home."

Cecelia Archer wanted to say she could just take a taxi, but when she met Damien Vaughn’s gaze, which left no room for argument, she swallowed her words.

After she gave him the name of her residential complex, Damien Vaughn dropped Doris Morton off first, then drove them to the entrance of the complex.

The complex Cecelia Archer rented in was very old and rundown. It was cheap, but it didn’t even have an elevator, and the surrounding amenities were all dated.

The moment the car stopped, Damien Vaughn frowned.

"You live in a place like this?"

’What’s wrong with this place?’ Cecelia Archer really disliked the look on his face.

’Plenty of people live here. As long as you have a place to sleep and eat, that’s enough. Why be so picky?’

"Thanks for driving us back. You must have a lot of work to do, so I won’t invite you up. We’ll be going now."

’How rude. She won’t even invite me in for a glass of water?’

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