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 searched for the child and found only absence,

His voice, usually composed, held an unfamiliar

“Is he alright?”

offered a reassuring

“He’s inside, eating.”

on a wooden step stool, his small frame hunched

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orphanage had been long and difficult. Running away from Maple Bay, searching for a place that felt

stained with dust,

Starving. With each bite, he devoured the cookies as if

tightened at the sight. His throat felt dry, and for the first time in a long while, emotion

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

“Locke,” he whispered.

tiny cheeks were puffed up with food. The moment he heard his name, his little body jolted, eyes wide with alarm as