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 quivering, yet she didn’t move

Ernest continued hesitantly, “Please don’t be…

Ernest attempted to stand, his hands clutching the

are you doing?

him

found themselves in a close

murmured near her ear.

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

shaking his

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

said with a slow

“Then…”

almost voiced her next

previous day’s distress, she

to move past it.

the importance of his pride and didn’t want to press him excessively.

said, “That she will no longer

momentarily darkened, yet he

He actually agreed?

Linda embraced him tightly. “For four years, I’ve waited. Do you have any idea

his

two had

go, Linda climbed out

soon to assist with your physical therapy. Please wait for

“Okay.”

Linda came home earlier as

silent that afternoon, the staff apparently

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The Flyn

housekeeper

moved stealthily upstairs, cautious not to disturb the peace,

Ernest’s alleged infidelity, doubt lingered in Linda’s

know–had Ernest truly put

knocking, instead

she found

more relieved or disappointed? Unsure, Linda

the pillow stirred a

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

slept

And it worked!

upon the screen, lighting up

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

in the photo

there, captured on camera as she walked out of

Quentin was the one who snapped

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

at Ernest, who was sleeping soundly.

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

this

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