Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 182

Chapter 182 This Is The First And Last Time

Ernest sighed, his voice calm but resolute, “Eric’s been out of control lately. Let me talk to him for you.” His sharp gaze met Hadley’s. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Hadley hesitated, but seeing as Ernest had spoken. How could she refuse?

Besides… she couldn’t afford to completely sever ties with Eric just yet–not before she conceived.

Upon turning to Eric, Ernest’s expression hardened. “Eric,” he said firmly, his brows furrowing. “This is the first and last time. Listen carefully–if you make Hadley cry again, I won’t wait for her to come to me. I will step in. And I will make sure to separate you two.” His voice dropped slightly. “Even if Grandma tries to intervene–it won’t change a thing.”

“Emest!”

Eric’s entire body stiffened.

He knew his brother well. Ernest might seem gentle, but when he made a decision—he never wavered. If he

said he’d do something he meant it.

Eric lowered his head, his voice solemn, sincere. “It won’t happen again, Ernest. I promise.”

Ernest studied him for a long moment. Then he gave a slow, measured nod. “Good.”

Without another word, he turned his wheelchair, his decision final.

“Quentin, let’s go.*

Quentin responded immediately. “Yes, sir.”

“Hadley?” Eric’s voice was softer now, tentative, as he reached for her hand. Lifting it gently, he pressed it to

his lips. “Come back with me,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “How can you possibly live like

this?”

Hadley felt something inside her unravel

Exhaustion, thick and overwhelming, settled deep in her bones. She was already fighting injuries, illness–and now, frustration coiled around her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs. Her limbs felt heavy. Her breath

came shallow.

She closed her eyes, too drained to fight. Too weary to resist.

Right now she simply wouldn’t succeed pushing him away. Besides, any second now, Joy would return. And if Eric saw her, everything would fall apart.

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Eric didn’t hesitate. He bent down, his arms slipping beneath her, effortlessly lifting her against him.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

The moment they stepped outside the building, snow whirled around them in silent waves.

me down! Let me

air. She thrashed against his

his voice

didn’t let go. His hands remained firm, anchoring her, holding her

But her gaze? It wasn’t

followed her line of sight. And then he saw him. A short distance away, standing in the

luxury car behind him sat with its door wide open. Denver’s posture was rigid, his limp more pronounced from the strain of the past few

are you okay?” he

lips parted, quivering. Tears welled up, threatening to spill. She knew exactly

forced her own lips to move. “I’m fine.

like that,

Denver understood, but she couldn’t keep looking at him because every extra

Hadley’s fingers curled around his arm, her

his voice steady despite the storm

“I’m so cold.”

words, Eric reacted instantly. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat, draping it over her even though she was already wrapped in a

pulled her close, his warmth pressing

over her forehead.

car. Engines roared to

there, motionless, watching Hadley disappear into the distance. He knew what she meant. Hadley had said she was fine. Should he believe her?

her in warmth, the way he treated her with such care–It had to

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he should be happy for her.

traces of her car vanished from view, his gaze dropped to the snow beneath his feet. A whisper of defeat left his lips,

the car, Eric sat in

mind replayed the moment outside. That look Hadley had given Denver. She had

that.

She still hadn’t let go of

traffic to

intersection, the car rolled to a

catching on a familiar figure. Elissa was rushing toward the bus, weaving through the crowded stop. But just as she reached

second passed. Then another.

“Quentin, drive over there.”

“Yes, sir.”

the window. “Miss Holland, please get in. Mr. Flynn would like to give

shook her head. “Please

not your messenger, and I don’t deliver invitations,” he deadpanned, gesturing to the backseat. “If you want

a demand? Did that

tapped the steering wheel

bus lane–we can’t exactly park here. Mr. Flynn

that? Yet–for some reason,

Elissa climbed into

the car pulled away, unease crept over her.

her, silent, unreadable. Not a word

Elissa swallowed.

while a thin sheen of sweat formed on her back. What was she supposed to say?

Ernest’s voice cut through the tension, his gaze shifting toward

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