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.”

words, her gaze

her, Ernest continued hesitantly, “Please don’t

attempted to stand, his hands clutching the wheelchair

you

quickly turned and caught him just as he was about to lose his balance.

found themselves in a close

murmured near

with tears. “If you regret

shaking

Linda

Ernest said with a

“Then…”

almost voiced her next question–then

previous day’s distress,

chose to move

understood the importance of his pride and didn’t want to

She stepped away slightly and said, “That she will no longer be a part of your

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 I’ve endured?

quiet, his expression

the two had made up.

Linda climbed out of bed.

return soon to assist with your

“Okay.”

came home earlier as

was unusually silent that afternoon, the staff

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Beetched The Flyn

housekeeper

cautious not

Ernest’s alleged infidelity, doubt

truly

knocking, instead gently opening the door to

found Ernest

or disappointed? Unsure, Linda walked softly to

the pillow stirred a

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

slept

And it worked!

upon the screen, lighting up with a

recognizing the image, she stood rooted to the spot, struck by

person in the

as she walked out of

snapped

while her feet turned ice–cold, Linda

looked over at Ernest, who was sleeping

recalled the photo he had hurriedly destroyed before. Was the young woman

this

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