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.”

open at his words, her gaze

behind her, Ernest continued hesitantly,

Ernest attempted to stand, his hands clutching the

are you

was off, Linds quickly turned and caught him just

in a close

murmured near her ear.

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

replied, shaking his head.

to tell me?” Surprised, Linda

with

“Then…”

Linda almost voiced her next question–then who

distress,

chose to move past

of his pride and didn’t want to press

stepped away slightly and said, “That she will no

momentarily darkened, yet he soon gave

He actually agreed?

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

stayed quiet, his

that conversation, the two had made up.

Linda climbed out

I’ll return soon to assist with your physical therapy. Please wait for

“Okay.”

Linda came home

the staff apparently

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The Flyn Brothers

housekeeper

moved stealthily upstairs, cautious not to

had seemingly resolved the issue of Ernest’s alleged infidelity, doubt lingered

truly

instead gently opening the door to

found Ernest asleep.

relieved or disappointed? Unsure,

the pillow stirred

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

slept

And it worked!

the screen, lighting

rooted to the spot, struck by disbelief. The revelation

the photo was familiar.

as she walked out of the dance studio with her colleagues after the performance!

one who snapped this picture

her head while her feet turned

looked over at Ernest,

photo he had hurriedly destroyed before. Was the young

this possible?

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