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

Chapter 138

Chapter 138 Two–timing

Flynn Mansion.

Linda’s growing unease over the past few days finally solidified into certainty.

Her fingers tightened around the two delicate tortoiseshell hairpins–something she had just discovered beneath Ernest’s pillow.

They weren’t hers.

Then whose were they?

First, there was a photo of another woman. Now, this.

“Ernest!”

Linda’s voice cracked as she held up the incriminating haripins, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“Whose are these?”

Ernest’s gaze flickered downward, averting her question.

Although he couldn’t form complete sentences, his silence spoke volumes-a refusal, a quiet defiance.

“Ha… haha.”

Linda let out a sharp, bitter laugh, the sound hollow in the stillness.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot–you still can’t talk, can you?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, her emotions teetering on the edge. “Fine. Let’s make this easy. Just nod or shake your head. Can you do that?”

She inhaled sharply, and then pressed on, her voice lower but no less cutting. “Tell me, Ernest… is there someone else? Huh? Is that what this is?”

Still, he said nothing. His head remained bowed, his gaze avoiding hers, his silence a shield he refused to lower. Rage flared in Linda’s chest, burning away the last remnants of her restraint.

She reached out abruptly, her fingers gripping his face, forcing him to meet her eyes.

“Look at me!” she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion. “Answer me, damn it! Nod or shake your head! Is it really that hard?”

Ernest’s thick brows knit together, his lips pressed into a firm line. His eyes held something–an emotion she couldn’t decipher, something locked away beneath layers of unreadable restraint.

And yet, in that unbearable silence, she knew. It was true.

But when? How?

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He had been in a coma for years–it couldn’t have been then. So… it had to be before he went into a coma?

The realization struck like a bolt of lightning. Linda froze, her entire body going rigid as a chilling thought crept into her mind.

“Ernest!” Linda’s voice trembled with fury, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.

“Is this what I deserve?” she choked out, her voice raw with emotion. “Did you ever even think about me when you were with her?”

Ernest sat motionless, his gaze locked on the floor, silent as ever, but his breathing faltered.

“Who is she? Who is she, Ernest?” Linda demanded, her voice rising like a whip crack.

pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about!” Her voice broke with desperation. “You

down, but you can’t even say her

eyes wide with alarm. She reached for Linda, prying her away from Ernest with firm but

you? Don’t you want to ask him

Nyla murmured. “I’ll ask him.”

tell me this is all a misunderstanding. You can’t explain, so should we call

time, Ernest

silence stretched between them before he finally moved. A slow, deliberate shake of his head. Then, in a hoarse

crumbled.

delicate hairpins. “You won’t say a damn thing, huh? You keep these–treasuring them, touching them, holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually means something to you.” Her lips curling into a

swift, merciless motion, she flung the

“No!”

ripped through the air like a gunshot.

process the shock–something unthinkable happened. Ernest moved.

beneath him, his body protesting the sudden demand. But

unstable. His body crashed to the floor

“Ernest!”

scream filled the space as she darted toward him,

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tried to help him up. “Ernest, can you hear

turned to Linda, her expression dark with frustration.

snapped, her

he’s still weak!”

voice wavered,

her head. The exhaustion in her

know you’re hurting,” she murmured, her voice softer now.

Uncertain?

past Linda’s

had reacted–the sheer panic in his voice, the way he had moved for

still believe he had nothing to do with

urgent voice broke the tension. “Come in

door burst open, and in came the caregiver–along

“What happened?”

In an instant, he strode forward, slipping his arms under Ernest’s

grip steady as he helped Ernest back into his

he didn’t spare anyone a glance. His fingers pressed the wheelchair’s

he started rolling toward the

Ernest to Linda, utterly

the hell is

“Oh no…”

second, she hurried after him. “Come

him!”

his way

to do. Turning swiftly, she called out, “Kira!

effort. Everyone

exactly are we looking for?” one of the servants

evident. “Grandma, are you saying… my brother?”

of the

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