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

Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Bewitched The Flynn Brothers

In a huff, Linda exited the room, leaving Eric massaging his forehead in frustration and helplessness.

Did his brother really have someone else on the side?

Eric wouldn’t disclose such a thing to Linda even if he knew, but in truth, he was clueless.

That evening, tension filled Flynn Mansion; no one could sleep peacefully.

As morning dawned, only Nyla and Ernest gathered around the breakfast table.

Eric had left unusually early, and Linda hadn’t risen from bed.

With a heavy sigh, Nyla placed her utensils down and turned to Ernest.

“Ernest, whatever is happening, I must be just–fair to you, my own grandson. It’s not right to play both sides!”

Ernest said nothing.

“You…” Nyla, still showing favoritism, continued, “There must be a mix–up, I’m sure.”

She gestured towards the second floor. “Nonetheless, Linda is upset. Please, go talk to her.”

“Okay,” Ernest responded, nodding slowly.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Nyla expressed her relief. “Linda has been loyal to you for years. It’s unfair to disappoint her now.”

She signaled to the caretaker. “Please assist him to Linda’s room.”

“Right away.”

At Linda’s door, the caretaker positioned Ernest and knocked. “Miss Harris, Mr. Flynn wishes to speak with you.

There was no response for a long time.

After a pause, the caretaker turned the doorknob. “Mr. Flynn, it seems the door is unlocked.”

“Okay,” Ernest said with a nod, indicating the caretaker could go.

“I’ll be right outside.”

With another nod, Ernest opened the door and wheeled himself into the room.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains closed. Ernest adjusted to the darkness as he wheeled closer to the

bed.

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Linda was turned away from him, lying still, seemingly unaware of his presence

Inext tightened his grip on the wheelchair, his voice shaky as he said, “I’m… so… fry.”

his words, her gaze quivering, yet she didn’t move

Ernest continued hesitantly, “Please don’t be…

stand,

you

something was off, Linds quickly turned and caught him just as he was about to lose his

in a close embrace.

he murmured near

“If you regret it, why did it

replied, shaking his

you trying to tell me?” Surprised, Linda responded, “You’re

said with a slow

“Then…”

Linda almost voiced her next question–then who was the woman?

previous day’s distress, she held back.

chose to move past

and didn’t want to press him

slightly and said, “That she will no longer be a part of your life.”

he soon gave a

He actually agreed?

rush of emotion, Linda embraced him tightly. “For four years, I’ve waited. Do you have any

quiet, his expression

the two had made up.

go, Linda climbed

to assist with your physical therapy. Please wait

“Okay.”

came home earlier as she promised.

unusually silent that afternoon, the staff apparently taking their breaks, including Kira the

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The Flyn

housekeeper

cautious not to

Ernest’s alleged infidelity, doubt lingered in Linda’s

know–had Ernest truly

instead gently opening the door to sneak in.

found Ernest

Unsure, Linda walked softly to his

the pillow stirred a surge of anxiety within her.

phone, carefully pressed it against his face, trying to unlock it as he

slept

And it worked!

screen, lighting up

image, she stood rooted to the spot,

the photo was familiar.

she walked out of the dance studio

snapped this picture and forwarded

surge of blood to her head while her feet turned ice–cold, Linda touched her forehead,

over at Ernest,

the photo he had hurriedly destroyed before. Was the young

this

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