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

Chapter 230 Such A Generous Spirit

Ernest’s expression stiffened, and his lips formed a tight line as he paused.

“Eric…”

He couldn’t find the right words.

“Ernest.” Eric felt a cold of apprehension. “What is it? Why can’t you just say it?”

Ernest kept silent, refusing to speak.

“Ernest!” Eric’s voice rose, tinged with frustration. “Won’t you tell me?”

He guessed, asking, “Did you disappoint Linda somehow?”

Ernest’s reaction was telling–his eyes darted away, seeming to confirm Eric’s suspicions.

“Ernest!” Eric, shocked by the implications, moved closer and lowered his tone. “Talk to me!”

“Eric…” Ernest seemed tormented, his face contorted with hesitation.

“Ernest!”

At that moment, Quentin intervened, pulling Eric back gently. “Mr. Flynn, please, your brother knows what he’s doing. Please don’t press him.”

“Am I pressing him?”

Eric’s expression creased with worry as he stared at his brother.

“Ernest, you don’t have to involve me in your private affairs, but please, be sure of your actions!”

He gestured toward the hospital ward.

“Today, Linda just fainted due to low blood sugar. What if it’s worse next time? If something serious happens to her, will you still not be there for her?”

Ernest’s expression darkened upon hearing this, and he fell silent, seemingly lost for words.

Eric observed his brother quietly, his initial confusion and dissatisfaction giving way to a sense of helplessness. “I’ve said what I needed to say as your brother–go check on Linda. She was asking for you.”

With those words, Eric left the hospital ward decisively.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin turned to look at Ernest, who was silent, and suggested, “Maybe you should confide in your brother? He is your most trusted person, and his involvement could simplify things with Miss Harris.”

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“Stop.”

Ernest frowned deeply, looking at his assistant. “I have my strategy for handling this.”

his mouth immediately,

toward the hospital ward.

in Eric? As Quentin suggested, involving Eric could be advantageous.

the better

gone, Hadley’s interest

it make more sense to return and spend the remaining time

grabbed her bag and exited

was rush hour, with crowds filling

nowhere, a sudden jostle nearly sent Hadley

alright?” asked a nearby stranger

sensed something amiss. She

scanning the

was the same individual who had

“Criminal!”

recalled the appearance of the thief, notably his black baseball cap.

thief glanced back, his

right there! It’s you!”

crowd, Hadley pursued the man

“Stop running! Ah…”

“Stop!”

figure dashed

familiar–it was

caught off guard, hardly expecting to encounter him under these circumstances. As she watched

healed enough for him to

closed the distance and delivered a swift kick

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Such A Generous Spirit

the watch now!”

“Humph.”

thief scoffed, his hand diving into his pocket and emerging with a knife, which he swung

brief struggle, the thief shoved

called out as

on the ground turned her face white, her legs giving way as she knelt beside

“It’s nothing serious…”

which was starting to

you to a hospital right away!” She assisted him to his feet, ready

acknowledged with regret. “I’m sorry I couldn’t retrieve your watch.”

about the

She would never have

cab. Let’s

“Got it.”

Eric’s phone rang. It was Sebastian on

I’m close

said, a note of confusion in his voice. “I arrived at the agreed time but

What?

Eric’s brows.

“Alright.”

ended the call and immediately dialed Hadley’s number. As Sebastian had reported, there was no answer.

be upset about

give up, Eric tried once more. This time,

“Hello.”