Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 878:

Later, when Elissa woke up, she felt drained.

“Miss Holland, thank goodness you’re awake,” the caregiver said, helping her sit up. “How are you feeling?”

Elissa blinked, confused. “What happened to me?”

“You don’t remember anything?” the caregiver asked, surprised.

Elissa shook her head. “No… Did something happen?”

The caregiver glanced at Ernest, who stood silently nearby. He gave her a small shake of the head.

Understanding, she smiled gently. “You got up in the night to use the bathroom, and I came to assist you. But as soon as you stood, you fainted. You scared the life out of me.”

“Really? I just fainted?” Elissa looked puzzled, rubbing her temples. “That doesn’t sound like me. I’m usually in good health. I hardly ever get up at night.”

The caregiver helped her to the bathroom. “Come freshen up, Miss Holland. Breakfast is ready.”

“Alright,” she replied.

Ernest remained quiet, watching them leave the room.

It was clear Elissa had no memory of the episode. She didn’t even know she had a sleepwalking condition.

By the time Elissa finished washing up and was seated at the dining table, he had already left.

Her medication was placed beside her.

“Miss Holland, don’t forget to take your medicine,” the caregiver reminded her.

𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆

“Medicine?” Elissa asked. “What for?”

“You fainted last night,” the caregiver said smoothly. “The doctor prescribed some nutritional supplements.”

“Oh, okay.” Elissa nodded, still confused. “It’s just strange, though. Why did I faint?”

That afternoon, she sat outside, enjoying the sunlight in the garden. The air buzzed with activity.

The caregiver brought her a cup of water. “Miss Holland, have some water.”

“Thank you.” Elissa turned toward the noise. “What’s happening over there?”

“Someone just moved into the neighboring house,” the caregiver said.

“Ah.” Elissa nodded thoughtfully.

Until now, she had been the only resident in that row of townhouses. It had been quiet—peaceful, but a little lonely.noveldrama

She wondered what kind of person had moved in—and if they were someone she could get along with.

Elissa didn’t care much for boisterous crowds, but since they’d soon be neighbors, frequent encounters were inevitable.

Besides, the rehabilitation center often felt too still; a friendly voice to break the silence might be a welcome change.

With that thought, she asked the caregiver, “Who’s the new arrival? How old are they? Is it an elderly lady, a younger one, or maybe someone my age?”

The caregiver stifled a laugh. “Miss Holland, hasn’t it crossed your mind it could be a man?”

Why leap to the assumption it was a woman?

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