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

Chapter 406:

“Nyla…” she sobbed. “Doesn’t this matter to you? Don’t you want to ask him what he’s done to me?”

“Alright,” Nyla murmured. “I’ll ask him.”

Her voice softened, but the weight behind it remained. “Ernest, tell me this is all a misunderstanding. You can’t explain, so should we call Quentin? Maybe he can clear this up?”

For the first time, Ernest stirred.

Seated in his wheelchair, he slowly lifted his head, his expression unreadable. A long silence stretched between them before he finally moved. A slow, deliberate shake of his head. Then, in a hoarse whisper, barely a breath of sound, he said,

“No.”

The last of Linda’s strength crumbled.

“Ernest, you selfish bastard!”

toward the window, her fingers clenched around the delicate

damn thing, huh? You keep these—treasuring them, touching them, holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually mean something to you.” Her lips curled into a bitter

see how much you

one swift, merciless motion, she flung the hairpins out the

through the air like a

the

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his wheelchair, his legs shaking violently beneath him, his body protesting

forward—too fast, too unstable. His body crashed to the floor with a loud

“Ernest!”

toward him, her face pale with horror.

can you hear

Linda, her expression dark with

Nyla snapped, her breath shaky. “Was this really necessary? You

Linda’s voice wavered, barely a

head. The exhaustion in her voice was