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

Chapter 84 Rosebud Lips

“Nyla…”

Hadley’s face was blank, devoid of any emotion. She slowly shook her head. “I’m done with Eric.”

Nyla froze, a chill running through her.

She’d heard those words before.

The last time, Hadley had come to the sanatorium, saying the same thing–pleading for Nyla to support her decision to divorce.

Back then, Nyla had thought Hadley was holding back, burdened by things she couldn’t voice.

“Are you scared, Hadley?” Nyla asked softly. “Scared he’ll slip back into his old habits? That he’ll push you away again?”

She exhaled a soft, steady breath before adding, “It won’t happen. This time’s different. It’s not me asking for it–Eric’s the one making the choice. You know how he is. Once he’s set on something, nothing can sway him. If he promises something, you can count on him to follow through.”

Hadley believed that with every part of her.

When his brother had the accident, Eric had been there, unwavering by his hospital bed, swearing that from then on, Linda would be his responsibility.

And he had kept that vow, without fail.

But even so, Hadley couldn’t bring herself to agree. “That’s not my concern.”

“Then what is?”

Hadley managed a small, bitter smile. She’d already said this before, so all she could do was repeat herself again. “I just… I don’t love him anymore.”

Nyla was speechless, caught off guard for a moment.

If Hadley had only said it once or twice, Nyla might have written it off as pride or the fear of being hurt again.

But this time, there was no denying it.

Eric had made his position clear–he was retracting the divorce. If Hadley still cared for him, she’d have jumped at the chance to fix things, not shut him out completely.

“You…” Nyla hesitated, her words hanging in the air. “Hadley, are you really sure?”

“Yeah,” Hadley said, nodding firmly. “I’m sure.”

“How can you say that?” Nyla’s voice trembled with confusion. “You’ve loved him since you were fifteen.”

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Back then, all she ever talked about was Eric. The whole Flynn family knew how much she adored him.

smile crossing her face as she shook her head. “But Nyla, even

chest tightened, caught off

almost detached. “Looking back, I’m not even sure I ever loved him, not

words stumbled out,

meant,” Hadley whispered, her gaze distant. “You always talked about how you wanted me to be your

Nyla’s face drained of

trace of

exhaled deeply, pressing her lips together as if searching for the right words. “Divorce is the

there was

sighed, her shoulders slumping

her ear. “Don’t worry. I may have spoken for

guard, her gaze fixed

softly, playfully pinching Hadley’s cheek. “I meant it. I want you to have a good life–a happy,

her

What’s there

quietly. “Why don’t you head to the kitchen? See if breakfast is ready.”

walked

earshot, Nyla’s smile vanished. Her face shifted, hardening with resolve, and her voice dropped to a whisper. “You can step out now.”

was pulled back, and Eric stepped into the room. He had

had been the plan–Nyla would speak to Hadley. But she’d only agreed to speak on his behalf once. After that, the

bad, the outcome was his to face.

grandson.

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remained unreadable, betraying no hint of

“Then it’s

Eric’s hands clenched into fists, his gaze sharp

voice shook with disbelief as she turned sharply toward her grandson. “What do you mean you can’t? We agreed on this!

married Hadley against his own wishes once

how that turned out. Was it ever truly happy?

the past darkened Eric’s expression, the mood shifting with a coldness that lingered.

with a pleading grip. “Please, don’t do this. It’s

it didn’t reach his eyes. “Grandma, why are you so worried? I

to hurt the

never bear to see her get hurt,” Nyla said with a relieved breath. “Hadley’s

the smallest of smiles. “She is.”

served, but while Eric came

asked, pushing a plate toward him.

chair and settled in, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “She wasn’t feeling well, so she went back upstairs. Kira’s bringing her breakfast later.”

a flicker of doubt crossed

Perhaps she was still feeling the effects of

Eric, unsure of how to begin.

“Um…”

reached across the table and held something up

“What?”