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

Chapter 199 Her Miscarriage

“Much better, thank you,” Linda said, resting back against the headboard, her complexion still a bit washed out but her smile reassuring.

“That’s great to hear. Ernest will be here shortly. Drink some water in the meantime,” Eric suggested warmly, picking up a glass with a straw from the bedside table and assisting her to sip without needing to use her hands.

There was a gentle double knock at the door.

“Excuse the intrusion.” Hadley’s voice came through as she tapped lightly.

Eric, without turning, remained beside the bed in silence.

“Is that Hadley?” Linda’s expression brightened a touch as she saw who it was, signaling her closer. “Come in, please.”

She gave Eric a quick look that clearly meant-“Could you give us some space?”

Without a word, Eric stood, retreating a few steps to stand by the wall with his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

“I’d rather stand,” Hadley said, her gaze fixed on Linda and deliberately avoiding Eric.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about–just the two of us,” she added, her tone suggesting it was time for Eric to leave the room.

“Alright.”

Linda, having a rough idea what Hadley wanted to talk about, turned towards Eric. “Could you give us a minute, please?”

Eric’s response was immediate and firm. “I can’t do that. Ernest asked me to stay with you until he gets here.” Did he think Hadley posed a risk to Linda?

A mocking laugh escaped Hadley’s lips, though she kept her voice low and her gaze cold. “Don’t worry, Eric. The room is under surveillance. If I were to attack her, you’d have all the evidence you need to have me arrested

Eric flinched, surprised by her implication.

Was Linda’s safety his concern? Of course not!

Did Hadley even know that he was the reason she had been released from custody so quickly? Did she just automatically assume that he sided with Linda?

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Yet, he chose not to clarify, particularly not with others listening.

His patience wearing thin, Eric retorted sharply than he intended, “What, should we wait for you to hurt her before we intervene? The police can handle you after the fact, but they can’t undo the harm done to Linda.”

Caught off guard by his reaction, Hadley’s features hardened, and she fell silent, her plans momentarily disrupted by his words.

Was he making his feelings obvious now?

His concern for Linda

a was unmistakable!

someone he cared about was in danger,

her question to Linda instead. “What do you say? You want him

Linda, ever the “mediator“, intervened. “Eric, please, it’s okay. I’ll be safe. Hadley and I just need a moment to speak. Could you leave us alone for a bit?”

could they need to discuss that couldn’t be said in

purpose, perhaps to advocate for Elissa. But she was appealing to the

to realize

watch. The timing couldn’t be better; Ernest was due to arrive soon. He decided to go get

the room grew calmer.

word from Linda held more sway than her own long explanations. Turning to Linda, Hadley knew it was time to address

need to discuss,

swallow betrayed Linda’s apprehension.

your fall. It was an

that you want?”

each word, Linda’s

calling the police still lingered,

said, her gaze firm and her thoughts sharp. “Elissa has a video on her phone that shows you

consented, aware of

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video leaking terrified her–no entertainer

family, a damaged public

ostracized.

an incident would certainly spell

palms slick with perspiration. “I must

currently hold Elissa’s phone. As

Linda acknowledged, nodding

wasn’t delivered, she could simply reverse her decision. After all,

very moment.

arrived, though he hadn’t

heading directly to Linda’s room, he chose first to visit the doctor’s office to

injuries are superficial. There’s just a minor

exhaled in relief. “Thank you.”

the

continued, “However, Mr. Flynn… her fainting was due to intense pain from a weakened constitution. Apparently, her recovery from the miscarriage hasn’t been that well.”

the Flynn family’s prominence in Srixby made the

consider having children again, she

Miscarriage?

crossed Ernest’s face, though he maintained his composure,

Mr. Flynn.

thank you ”

wheelchair to leave the doctor’s office, his outward calm belying his inner turmoil. The