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

Chapter 689:

The warning was clear—if Ernest couldn’t commit, he shouldn’t take the boy in.

Another rejection would break the child in ways that couldn’t be undone. But Ernest had met her gaze with firm resolve.

“Rest assured,” he had said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “From this day forward, he is my son.”

He provided the boy with the finest comforts—everything money could offer. Personal caregivers, a home that lacked nothing.

And yet, despite it all, the child had run back to the orphanage.

Now, as the car rolled to a stop, Ernest’s sharp eyes scanned the surroundings.

The director stood waiting outside.

“It’s good to see you, Mr. Flynn,” she greeted, her expression unreadable.

“You too.”

his demeanor steady. But as his eyes searched for the

composed, held an

“Is he alright?”

director offered

“He’s inside, eating.”

three-year-old sat on a wooden step stool, his small frame

F𝓾ll 𝒖p𝒅𝒶𝓉єs 🅾𝓃 g𝓐l𝓷ovєls.𝓬0𝓶

and difficult. Running away from Maple Bay, searching for a place that felt

were rumpled and stained with dust, his little face smudged with

he devoured the cookies as if

felt dry, and for the first time in a long while,

moving closer as if afraid that

“Locke,” he whispered.

his name, his little body jolted, eyes wide with alarm as he looked up at the towering figure