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.”

nod, his demeanor steady. But as his eyes

voice, usually composed, held an

“Is he alright?”

director offered

“He’s inside, eating.”

sat on a wooden step stool, his small frame hunched

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road back to the orphanage had been long and difficult. Running away from Maple

with dust, his little face smudged

bite, he devoured the

dry, and for the first time in a long

his steps, moving closer as if afraid that one wrong move

“Locke,” he whispered.

tiny cheeks were puffed up with food. The moment he heard his name, his little