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

made his way

feeling—she knew exactly

swiftly, she called

servants! Help Mr. Flynn

household joined the effort. Everyone was there.

are we looking for?” one of the

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quickly. “Tortoiseshell.

Eric’s surprise was evident.

you

the weight of the situation pressing

gave a slow

Her gaze drifted toward Ernest, who remained

almost to

always decent, always responsible, the one who had never given her reason to worry—was