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.”

gave a curt nod, his demeanor steady. But as his eyes searched for the child and found only

is he?” His voice, usually composed,

“Is he alright?”

director offered

“He’s inside, eating.”

modest room, the three-year-old sat on a wooden step stool, his small frame hunched over a plate

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long and difficult. Running away from Maple Bay, searching for a place that felt safe—it was too much for a child

with dust, his little face smudged

was exhausted. Starving. With each bite, he devoured the cookies

at the sight. His throat felt dry, and for the first time in a

moving closer as if afraid that one wrong move might

“Locke,” he whispered.

with food. The moment he heard his name, his little body jolted,