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

Chapter 691:

“Yes, really,” Ernest said, his tone steady and certain.

Slowly, he reached out his hand, extending his pinky toward the child.

“Daddy promises. No lies. Ever. Okay?”

Locke hesitated. His small chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as he stared at the outstretched pinky. Then, after what felt like forever, he raised his chubby little hand and hooked his tiny finger around Ernest’s.

“No lies?” Locke’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“No lies,” Ernest promised, his grip gentle but firm.

“Daddy will never lie to Locke.”

The director beamed, her eyes misty.

“Locke, sweetheart, aren’t you going to call him Daddy now?”

he swallowed. His voice came out shaky, unsure, but it

boy, Locke.” Ernest’s heart clenched. A rare warmth surged in his chest, something unfamiliar yet profoundly moving. He exhaled slowly, his arms opening. The

the door,

So did Nyla.

Nyla. Her grandson had a child. A child of the Flynn

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“Locke!”

with emotion, Nyla rushed forward, momentarily forgetting everything else—including

precious boy!” she called out, her hands trembling as

here, let me take

gaze turned ice-cold, her breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she watched the

she grumbled under her breath, her

ever treating me

“Linda!”

moment, Ernest glimpsed the wild frenzy dancing in Linda’s

swiftly passed little Locke into