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…”

each passing moment. His brow

the time Quentin finished speaking, Ernest took a deep breath and gave a slow

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

closed behind Quentin, Ernest wheeled himself toward the bedroom, his mind still

bedside, he paused, and then slowly pulled open the

brushing over its surface before lifting the lid. There it was—the tortoiseshell

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱

“Ernest?”

inside, a cup of warm milk in

“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. What are you—” Her

expression shifted the moment she saw what was in his hand. Ernest tensed. Without thinking, his fingers closed tightly around the hairpin, trying to conceal it from view.

you hiding?” she asked,

turned ice-cold as she stepped forward, 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 you say you

down,” Ernest said evenly, though

haven’t forgotten what I