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

Chapter 407:

“Hurry!” Nyla’s urgent voice broke the tension. “Come in here! Mr. Flynn has fallen down!”

The door burst open, and in came the caregiver—along with Eric.

“What happened?”

Eric froze at the sight of his brother sprawled on the floor. In an instant, he strode forward, slipping his arms under Ernest’s armpits and hoisting him up with ease.

“Come on,” he muttered, his grip steady as he helped Ernest back into his wheelchair.

The moment Ernest was seated, he didn’t spare anyone a glance. His fingers pressed the wheelchair’s control, and without a word, he started rolling toward the door.

Eric looked from Ernest to Linda, utterly lost.

“Grandma? Where the hell is he going?”

Realization flashed across Nyla’s face. Without wasting a second, she hurried after him.

Let’s follow

group trailed after Ernest as he made his way downstairs, heading straight for

sinking feeling—she knew exactly what Ernest

swiftly, she

servants! Help Mr. Flynn

joined the effort. Everyone was there.

looking for?”

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨

responded quickly.

Eric’s surprise was evident.

are you saying… my

the weight of the situation pressing heavily on

gave a slow

know the full story…” Her gaze drifted toward Ernest, who remained oblivious to everything around him, entirely fixated

murmured, almost to herself. “Doesn’t it tell

thought it possible. Ernest—her eldest grandson, always decent, always responsible, the one who had never given her reason to worry—was