The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 101

Jonathan snapped into action. "Right, I'll get everything set up."

As Paisley was about to head to the operating room with Jonathan, Charles chimed in, "Hey, Ms. Sutton, what about me?"

Paisley shot him a side glance. "You might as well come help, too."

Charles broke into a grin, his eyes lighting up. "Sure thing."

He was supposedly going to help, but with Paisley there, they hardly needed him. Paisley was just using Paul's treatment as a teaching moment for him. 'Man, you really never stop learning in this life,' Charles mused to himself.

Marissa watched anxiously as Paisley disappeared into the operating room with Jonathan and the others.

She couldn't hold back anymore. "Dom, are you seriously okay with this? You lived with her for four years. You know better than anyone if she has any real medical training. Don't let her fool you. This is your grandpa we're talking about."

Marissa's emotional outburst struck a chord with several of the elder Vanderbilts.

"She's got a point," Harris Vanderbilt, Paul's younger brother, chimed in. "Dom, don't let yourself get played like this."

But Dominick stood his ground, unusually firm. "Even if she could fool us, you really think she managed to deceive both Mr. Walsh and Mr. Hansen, too?"

Harris fell silent, unable to come up with a comeback.

"Mr. Reginald Vanderbilt, what do you think?" Marissa turned desperately to Reginald. "We can still stop Paisley now."

Just then, a group of medical staff in white coats rushed past, their faces a mix of urgency and barely contained excitement.

"Move it, everyone. Mr. Walsh wants us in the observation room for the whole thing," someone called out.

"Wait, is this that expert who kept turning down Mr. Walsh's offers?" another doctor chimed in.

"That's the one. Hurry up, it's already started," came an eager response.

The doctors practically sprinted down the hallway, like they were afraid of missing even a second. As they rushed past the Vanderbilts, their name tags were impossible to miss, flashing titles like Chief Physician and Associate Chief Physician.

The sight of so many top doctors rushing to watch left the skeptical Vanderbilts completely stunned. Watching this unfold, Reginald finally felt the knot of anxiety in his chest loosen.

"So...Paisley's really that good?" Kayla mumbled, her voice soft and uncertain. The shock hadn't quite worn off, and her eyes held a distant look of disbelief.

Lauren stood there speechless, feeling like she'd just been slapped across the face. This was not how things were supposed to go. She turned stiffly toward Dominick.

He was staring at the operating room doors, dead silent, his eyes deep and unreadable. Shock, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite place flickered across his face.

Right then, Lauren knew that Dominick hadn't seen this coming either.

Marissa watched the Vanderbilts' reactions carefully, trying to keep her own emotions in check as she drifted over to the window. So it was true. Paisley really was Charles' mentor.

Marissa had brought Charles here, thinking that no matter what happened to Paul, the Vanderbilts would be grateful to her. But Paisley had completely destroyed that plan. Marissa needed to act fast, to do something—anything—to make sure the Vanderbilts remembered who had really helped them.

"Hey Marissa, what's wrong? What's with that look?" Kayla walked over to ask. She'd almost said "terrifying" because that was exactly what Marissa's expression had been, but she'd caught herself at the last second and softened it.

Marissa quickly rearranged her features, letting her eyes well up with tears. She lifted her hand to dab at imaginary tears, using the gesture to cover how unnatural she felt. "It's nothing. Just worried about Grandpa Paul."