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

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Ernest Wakes Up

Hadley browsed through the information but didn’t see anything specific relating to what she was looking for.

After a pause, she keyed in the words “praying mantis” “bite” “partner.”

Then she saw her answer.

“Temale praying mantises are known for their cannibalistic mating behavior, where they bite off the head or legs of their partners after mating.”

Speechless, Hadley put her phone away,

Several days later, within the opulent walls of the Flynn Mansion, while Nyla mended from her recent operation, Eric had taken up residence at the family mansion to keep her company.

In the stillness of the witching hour, Eric slumbered deeply, only to be roused by the shrill chime of his phone.

A flicker of annoyance crossed his mind, but it vanished like mist when he glimpsed the caller ID.

It was the physician overseeing Ernest’s care that was calling. Sleepiness fled in an instant.

“Yes, hello?”

“Mr. Flynn! Your brother has stirred from his long slumber!”

Eric went rigid, a shiver racing through him, raising every hair in its wake.

It felt like a dream woven from threads of disbelief. “Repeat that, please!”

“Your elder brother is awake! His eyes have fluttered open!”

Astonishing–beyond belief!

A tidal wave of emotion crashed over Eric, shattering his usual composure. Before he could rein it in, a warm blur clouded his vision, spilling over as tears of unrestrained joy.

After all these years… Ernest had returned to them!

No longer would his brother languish on that sterile hospital bed, ensnared by a web of tubes and the hum of machines, trapped in an endless twilight.

“Mr. Flynn?” The doctor’s voice echoed from the other end. “When might you grace us with your presence?”

Eric’s senses snapped into focus, his voice raw and quivering with barely contained elation.

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“This very instant! I’m on my way!”

His brother had awakened–how could he delay even a heartbeat?

be expecting you.”

he crossed into his

I must tell

with Nyla? Despite the late hour,

wait for

of her potential displeasure at being left

cloak of night, Eric and Nyla departed the Flynn

Ernest was.

the car, Nyla’s tears flowed unchecked, a river of pent–up

murmured, his own eyes rimmed with red as he offered her a tissue. “You mustn’t weep so. I know your heart’s brimming with joy,

I’m shedding these tears by choice? They’ve

heart, her sobs rolling like thunder. “I once feared he would linger in that limbo forever… that I would meet my maker before he ever gazed

a dull pang twisting

abandon us so–he has proven it tonight,

absent, immersed in the filming of a nocturnal scene far from

embrace.

a heavy breath laced with longing, “And of all nights for Linda to be away… how can she not be at Ernest’s

is no need to fret.” Eric soothed. “I’ve already spoken to her

have to suffice,

hushed confines of the hospital room, tranquility reigned

dimmed the primary lights, leaving only the gentle radiance of wall sconces to

the bedside with tender care, their movements as delicate as

bed, Ernest bore the same serene visage he had worn

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breaths even and unhurried.

voice trembled, her weathered eyes brimming with a storm of feelings as

swift reassurance. “Fear not, Mrs. Flynn. He awoke earlier–now he is merely sleeping. Try

“Very well…”

quivering hand, Nyla reached out, her fingers curling gently around Ernest’s.

instant her lips parted to speak, tears carved glistening trails down her timeworn cheeks. She dared not lift her voice above a murmur, her words laced with quiet sobs. “Ernest… Ernest, it’s Grandma. I’ve come

sweet

gaze locked onto Ernest, as if fearful of

His eyes found Nyla

stepping closer to ensure he filled Ernest’s view. “It’s me, Eric. Grandma and I

you.”

from the corners. Nyla’s composure crumbled entirely. She clutched her eldest grandson’s hand with fervent strength, her voice fracturing as sobs overtook her.

grandmother’s fragile state, steadied her with a gentle touch. “Grandma, you mustn’t weep so.

Nyla wrestled her sobs into submission, though

felt amiss. Ernest’s response… it wasn’t

eyes alight with unspoken queries. Hadn’t he really awakened?

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