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

Chapter 529:

Fury burned in her eyes, and she wished she could throttle him. “You’re despicable! Leave me alone!”

“I am despicable!” Eric agreed, closing his eyes and not resisting her accusations. “Please, stop crying. I accept all the blame! I promise, never again!”

What? This unexpected submission from Eric took Hadley aback; she was momentarily lost for words. Could it be? The usually haughty Eric Flynn was humbling himself?

“Hadley.”

At the doorway, Ernest appeared, maneuvering his wheelchair. Tears clouded her vision as she looked up, stuttering, “Ernest…”

“Here.” Ernest offered a handkerchief as he approached, his voice gentle. “Dry your eyes. They’re all puffy.”

“Okay…” Taking the handkerchief, Hadley covered her face. Ernest’s hand tenderly brushed her hair, comforting her as he had in the past. His soothing tone enveloped her. “There, there, Hadley. No more tears, okay?”

control lately. Let me talk to him for you.” His

let’s go

refuse? Besides… she couldn’t afford to sever ties with Eric

brows furrowed, “this is the first and last time. Listen carefully—if you make Hadley cry again, I won’t wait for her to come to me. I will step in, and I will

“Ernest!”

L?tєѕτ chʜɑρτєrs ιn g?l?ovєl?.ⲕоm

He knew his brother well. Ernest might seem gentle, but once he made a decision—he never wavered. If he said he’d do something—he

his voice solemn and sincere. “It

slow, measured nod. “Good.” Without another word,

Quentin

Lifting it gently, he pressed it to his lips. “Come back with me,”

and overwhelming, settled deep in her bones. She was already fighting injuries and illness—and now frustration coiled around her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs.

to resist. Right now… she simply wouldn’t succeed at

He bent down, arms slipping beneath her, effortlessly lifting her