Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 3 Asking For Money From Him

Upon seeing Hadley on the couch, Eric’s expression grew sharp with annoyance. “Why wasn’t the door answered?”

Silently, Hadley muttered to herself, “I lacked the strength to even get up,” but she left her thoughts unspoken, simply shaking her head in response.

Hadley was acutely aware that any attempt to explain herself would merely be seen as an excuse by Eric.

To someone who harbors disdain for you, even the act of breathing could seem like a fault.

Overwhelmed by an uncomfortable feeling, Hadley went directly to the heart of the matter. “What brings you here?”

She thought he wanted nothing to do with her.

“Do you actually think I came here willingly?”

With a sneer, Eric made no effort to mask his contempt as he glanced coldly at Hadley. “Grandma sent me to escort you to the airport.”

That was how things stood.

Hadley asked herself bitterly, “Why did I even harbor any hope?”

“Is your luggage upstairs?”

The impatience in Eric’s voice was unmistakable. Spending even a moment with Hadley was clearly something he found almost unbearable.

Hadley nodded, but then quickly added, “It’s upstairs, but I haven’t finished packing yet…

She had planned to finish packing the previous night, but overwhelming sickness had caused her to fall asleep prematurely.

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A shadow crossed Eric’s face as his irritation flared. “You’ve had all day and still haven’t managed to pack your bags?”

He fixed a stern gaze on Hadley, who appeared bewildered and unresponsive. Eric guessed bitterly. “Is she trying to delay her departure?”

“Don’t just stand there; get moving and finish your packing!”

“Alright,” Hadley responded with a vacant nod, turning to ascend the stairs swiftly.

Making her way up, Hadley felt each step caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She sensed that something was amiss. Hesitantly, she touched her forehead.

It was unmistakably hot, her breathing labored as if each breath scorched her lungs.

Clearly, she was running a fever.

of being soaked in the

cold medicine in her room. Just as she was about

she knew she couldn’t

whether to keep the baby, she felt a responsibility to protect it while it was still

“Ugh…”

nausea hit Hadley hard, causing her to

to the bathroom, where she retched into the

on the tap, rinsed her mouth, and splashed

“Hadley!”

voice, deep and slightly raspy, echoed with a note

had come upstairs to check

she still wasn’t ready, he demanded,

face with a towel. She emerged from

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hay voice a

whispered “Might i request

health was to precarious that she worried about becoming

ill on the plane, she would be entirely

asked, his expression

I

scheme now? Yesterday, you tried to see linda at the boughtal, and had to stop you. Are you attempting

such a low opinion

think… Hadley replied, her eyes widering

her tears.

feel very sick. I need to consult a

of this!” Eric interjected sharply, not allowing her to

face briefly before a slight smirk appeared. “Feigning illness agial You

it be? Linda has just lost a child and is still in the hospital, while you’re here, perfectly upright! You’ll cope. It’s

from his words, her

no mind, moving swiftly to

need when you get there! It’s all coming from my family’s funds anyway. I can’t afford to linger

the

lip quivered as pain gripped her heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, which she smeared away with the back of

as well

somewhere foreign,

plight seemed invisible to

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seen. Instead, his assistant, Phillips Brown, took care of the check–in

boarding pass. “Please call Mrs. Flynn

each month.”

a subdued

through

Now, deep into the night in an apartment in downtown Blathe, Hadley was hunched over in bed, too terrified to turn on

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

knocking jolted the door. Outside, her fat, middle–aged landlord shouted, “Senorita! Are you

shut, and shook her head,

enduring the quiet for a while, it seemed the landlord finally gave up. “Thinking you can avoid paying by

continued muttering to himself, “It’s getting late. I hope

and the sound

her hands away from her ears, breathing out a lengthy sigh of

the landlord today, but the question of what to do tomorrow

from beneath her pillow, Hadley scrolled through