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, “Please don’t be… mad…”

a response, Ernest attempted to stand, his hands clutching the wheelchair

are you

Linds quickly turned and caught him just

found themselves in a

murmured near her ear.

overwhelmed, Linda’s eyes welled up with tears. “If you regret it,

replied, shaking his head.

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

Ernest said with

“Then…”

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

previous day’s distress, she held

move past

understood the importance of his pride and

me this promise.” She stepped away slightly and said, “That she will no longer be

darkened, yet he soon gave a

He actually agreed?

him tightly. “For four years, I’ve waited. Do you

his expression troubled.

two

climbed

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

“Okay.”

day, Linda came home earlier as

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

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139 Beetched The Flyn Brothers

housekeeper

upstairs, cautious not to disturb the peace,

issue of Ernest’s alleged infidelity,

to know–had Ernest truly put it

his bedroom silently, not knocking, instead gently opening the door to

she found

Unsure, Linda walked softly to his

stirred a surge

carefully pressed it against his

slept

And it worked!

upon the screen, lighting up

to the spot, struck

the photo

right there, captured on camera as she walked out of the dance studio with her colleagues after the performance!

Quentin was the one who snapped this picture and forwarded it!

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

at Ernest,

destroyed before.

this possible?

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