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.”

eyes snapped open at his words, her gaze quivering, yet she didn’t move

behind her, Ernest continued hesitantly,

stand, his hands clutching the wheelchair tightly.

you

something was off, Linds quickly turned and caught him

in

sorry,” he murmured near

with tears. “If you

replied, shaking his

Linda responded, “You’re saying it’s not as I

with a

“Then…”

voiced her next question–then

day’s distress,

to move past it.

understood the importance of his pride and didn’t

“That she

he soon gave a nod.

He actually agreed?

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

quiet, his expression troubled.

conversation, the two had made

climbed out of bed.

have just one meeting. I’ll return soon to assist with

“Okay.”

that day, Linda came home earlier as she

that afternoon, the staff apparently taking their breaks, including

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139 Beetched The Flyn

housekeeper

upstairs, cautious not

issue of Ernest’s

Ernest truly put it

not knocking, instead gently opening the door to

found Ernest asleep.

or disappointed? Unsure,

the pillow stirred a surge of anxiety within

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

slept

And it worked!

upon the screen, lighting up

the spot, struck by disbelief.

the photo was

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

was the one who snapped this

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

looked over at Ernest, who was

recalled the photo he had hurriedly destroyed before.

this

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