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

Chapter 200 Gratitude Doesn’t Entitle You To R…

What?

Shock flashed through Eric’s narrowed eyes, disbelief etched across his face. “How did this happen?”

Everything had been settled–he’d personally intervened–and regardless of the confusion, Elissa had clearly shoved Linda!

“The police informed me that Miss Harris dropped all charges.

“What did you say?” Eric was even more confused.

Had things really unfolded this way?

Tension hardened Eric’s features, his voice becoming cold with urgency. “We’re going to the hospital–now. “Understood, Mr. Flynn.”

A loud crash echoed as Eric forcefully swung the hospital room door open.

“Eric?”

Linda had barely opened her eyes when she saw Eric storming toward her, his barely restrained fury tightening

her chest.

Smiling nervously, Linda asked softly, “What’s wrong? Who’s managed to make you this angry so early?”

A cold smile twisted Eric’s lips, and his chilly glare intensified the heavy silence in the room.

He went straight to the point, voice sharp and accusing. “Explain why you dropped the charges.”

“Hmm?” Linda raised an eyebrow in mild surprise before smoothing her hair casually. “Are you referring to Elissa? Hadley visited me yesterday, and well…”

“Hah Eric scoffed, his sarcastic amusement thinly veiled. “You’re saying you suddenly became merciful because Hadley begged you?”

Linda’s irritation grew steadily beneath his harsh tone

Her smile remained carefully controlled as she answered coolly, “Hadley is still a Flynn by adoption, isn’t she? Family members help each other. Since she asked, it was natural for me to consider her feelings.”

“Stop pretending you care!”

Eric’s rage erupted, overwhelming any remaining restraint.

Chapter 200 Gratitude Doesnt Entitle You To Run My Life

His voice sliced sharply through the silence. “You think I’ve been blind this whole time? I know exactly how you feel about Hadley. Do you seriously expect me to believe you’d suddenly show mercy just because she asked nicely

“Eric-” Linda faltered, her confidence slipping as her face turned pale.

But if I’d refused her, don’t you think she would’ve

but then his lips curved into a bitter, knowing smirk. “Perfect! You planned it all along. You knew

“Yes, I did!”

stare. Her voice softened, filled with conviction. “Eric, face it- you and Hadley just aren’t right together. Why drag this out?

“What?”

face froze him. He stood

spilled out as

curved mockingly. “You

you honestly think you

flashed across Linda’s face at his unexpected reaction, and irritation

for her now?” Eric snapped back, voice rumbling with barely restrained frustration. “How could you possibly know

“Seriously?”

she bit her

there’s something going on between us. She never trusted you, never like you! Tell me, how can feelings

Eric

in his black suit, its sharp lines accentuating his commanding presence, as he eyed her

but you refuse to believe him. By your standards, doesn’t that mean you

“Have you lost your mind? You’re actually putting Hadley and me on the

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing to me?”

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“Eric, you-

rage, Linda grasped at her chest, gasping as

need to understand. Years ago, you pulled me back from death’s doorstep. Without your help, I wouldn’t be here today. I’ve repaid you

life? Is

exploiting Hadley’s closest friend just to make her crawl back to you. That’s manipulation, Eric! You can’t

visibly stiffened, his composure barely holding

and I’m

stood motionless, stunned.

he really just say

was at a loss for words, unable to find a

“Consider this your last

“Eric, wait…”

before she could protest further. Thankfully, at least she’d secured Elissa’s phone. Going back on promises–that was Eric’s decision and his problem to deal with, not

Hadley appeared at the hospital that

“Linda!”

in helpless surrender. “I kept my promise and dropped

sighed, continuing softly, “I did all I could to change his mind, but he’s determined

anyway.”

Hadley, confused lines creasing her forehead. “You’re the victim, and even you aren’t pursuing this.”

is considered a crime. The victim’s