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.

I’m talking about!” Her voice

but you can’t

reached for Linda, prying her away from Ernest with firm but gentle hands. “Linda, stop!

you? Don’t you want to ask

murmured. “I’ll

weight behind it remained. “Ernest, tell me this is all a misunderstanding. You can’t explain,

the first time, Ernest stirred.

in his wheelchair, he slowly lifted his head, his expression unreadable. A long silence stretched between them before he finally moved.

strength crumbled.

onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually means something to you.” Her lips curling into a bitter sneer.

one swift, merciless motion, she flung the hairpins

“No!”

the air like a gunshot.

process the shock–something

beneath him, his body protesting the sudden demand. But he

crashed to the floor with a

“Ernest!”

panicked scream filled the space as she darted toward him, her

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him, hands trembling as she tried to help him up. “Ernest, can you hear

her

what the hell are you doing?” Nyla snapped, her breath shaky.

he’s still weak!”

wavered, barely

The exhaustion in her voice

hurting,” she murmured, her voice softer now. “But…

Uncertain?

bitter laugh slipped past

the way he had moved for the first

could anyone still believe he had nothing to

tension. “Come in here! Mr. Flynn has fallen down!”

open, and in came the caregiver–along

“What happened?”

he strode forward, slipping his arms under Ernest’s armpits and hoisting him up

as he helped

Ernest was seated, he didn’t spare anyone a glance. His fingers pressed the

he started rolling toward the door.

to

the hell is he

“Oh no…”

face. Without wasting a second, she hurried after him. “Come

him!”

made his

knew exactly what Ernest was about to do. Turning swiftly, she called out, “Kira! Get the servants! Help Mr. Flynn

entire household joined the effort. Everyone was

servants asked. “Two hairpins,” Nyla responded

evident. “Grandma, are you saying… my

exhaled, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on

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