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

Chapter 286:

“Grandma! Of course, I must tell Grandma!”

Such a monumental occasion—how could he not share it with Nyla?

Despite the late hour, the news simply couldn’t wait for dawn’s light. It wasn’t merely a matter of her potential displeasure at being left in the dark—he simply couldn’t hoard this jubilation alone!

Thus, under the cloak of night, Eric and Nyla departed the Flynn Mansion, bound for the private hospital where Ernest was.

In the car, Nyla’s tears flowed unchecked, a river of pent-up relief.

“Grandma,” Eric murmured, his own eyes rimmed with red as he offered her a tissue. “You mustn’t weep so. I know your heart’s brimming with joy, but your health demands care too.”

shot him a watery glare. “Do you think I’m shedding these tears by choice?

linger in that limbo forever… that I would meet my maker before he ever gazed upon the world again.” Eric’s chest

abandon us so—he has proven it tonight,

immersed in the filming of a nocturnal

breath laced with longing, “And of all nights for Linda to be away… how can she not be at Ernest’s side when he

already spoken to her agent. The moment Linda’s scene wraps, she’ll hasten

will have to suffice, I

tranquility reigned supreme. The late hour had dimmed the primary lights, leaving only the gentle radiance of wall sconces to bathe the space in a soft glow. Eric guided Nyla

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of emotions as she turned to the doctor, bewilderment etched across her

Mrs. Flynn. He awoke earlier—now he is merely sleeping. Try taking

“Very well…”