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?”

voice calm but resolute. “Eric’s been out of control lately. Let me talk to him for you.” His

let’s go

could she refuse? Besides… she couldn’t afford to sever

Hadley cry again, I won’t wait for her to come to me. I will step in, and I will make sure to separate you two.” His voice dropped slightly. “Even if Grandma tries to

“Ernest!”

L?tєѕτ chʜɑρτєrs ιn g?l?ovєl?.ⲕоm

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

gave a slow, measured nod. “Good.” Without

Quentin

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

and illness—and

her eyes, too drained to fight. Too weary to resist. Right now… she simply wouldn’t succeed at pushing him away. Besides, any second now, Joy would return. And if Eric saw

He bent down, arms slipping beneath her, effortlessly