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.”

her gaze quivering, yet

behind her, Ernest continued hesitantly, “Please

stand, his hands clutching the

are you doing?

turned and caught him just as he

in a

he murmured near her ear.

up with tears. “If you regret it, why did it

replied, shaking his head.

me?” Surprised, Linda responded,

said with a slow nod.

“Then…”

voiced her next

distress, she held back.

move past it.

of his pride and didn’t want to press

said, “That she will no longer

yet he soon gave

He actually agreed?

“For four years, I’ve waited. Do you have any idea what I’ve endured? I can’t bear

his expression troubled.

that conversation, the two had made

go, Linda climbed out of

to assist with your

“Okay.”

that day, Linda came home

silent that afternoon, the staff

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Beetched The

housekeeper

not to disturb

issue of Ernest’s alleged infidelity, doubt

to know–had Ernest truly put it behind

silently, not knocking, instead gently opening

she found Ernest

relieved or disappointed? Unsure, Linda walked

pillow stirred a surge of anxiety within her.

racing, she grabbed the phone, carefully pressed it against his face, trying

slept

And it worked!

upon the screen, lighting up with a

image, she stood rooted to the spot, struck by disbelief.

in the photo was familiar.

captured on camera as she walked out of the dance studio with her

was the one who snapped this picture and forwarded it!

of blood to her head while her feet turned ice–cold, Linda touched her forehead, overwhelmed by a

at Ernest, who was

he had hurriedly destroyed before. Was the young woman in it really

this

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