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!”

window, her fingers clenched

damn thing, huh? You keep these—treasuring them, touching them, holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually

then, let’s see how much you care when they’re

she flung the

ripped through the air like a

the

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from his wheelchair, his legs shaking violently beneath him, his body protesting the sudden demand. But he

body crashed to the floor with a

“Ernest!”

pale with horror. She dropped beside him, hands trembling as she tried to

can you hear

to Linda, her expression dark with

hell are you doing?” Nyla snapped, her breath shaky. “Was this really necessary? You know

voice wavered, barely a

shaking her head. The exhaustion in her voice was