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

Chapter 548:

Ernest’s brows furrowed. “Nothing?”

“Nothing,” Quentin confirmed. “We’ve cross-checked all the children around three years old—factoring in a margin of six months—but none match the profile.”

“Understood.” Ernest exhaled slowly, the weight of disappointment settling on his shoulders.

He tapped his fingers against the desk, deep in thought. “If they’re not in any of the orphanages, then we need to expand the search. There’s a strong possibility they were adopted.”

Quentin nodded. “We’ll adjust our approach immediately.”

Ernest nodded in approval, but then, as if remembering something, he shifted his gaze back to Quentin.

“Speaking of which…” His voice took on a sharper edge. “Any updates on the other matter?”

Quentin gave a slight nod. “Regarding that matter…”

with each passing moment. His brow furrowed, thoughts

and

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

door closed behind Quentin, Ernest wheeled himself toward the bedroom, his

paused, and then slowly pulled open the nightstand drawer. Inside lay a small, aged

it was—the tortoiseshell hairpin. His fingers traced over

?????

“Ernest?”

Linda stepped inside, a cup of warm milk in her

but you didn’t

his hand. Ernest tensed. Without thinking, his fingers closed tightly around the hairpin, trying to conceal it from view. But it

are you hiding?” she asked, her

voice sharp with accusation. “I saw it, Ernest! Don’t bother hiding it.” Her free hand clenched at her side as she glared at him. “Didn’t

Ernest said evenly, though

forgotten what