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

Chapter 692:

She softened her tone, soothing the boy with the tenderness only a great-grandmother could muster.

“No need to be frightened, Locke. This is grown-up business, nothing for you to worry over. Let’s head home with great-grandma, shall we?”

Children had a keen sense for recognizing genuine affection, and Locke could feel the warmth radiating from Nyla. He gave a small, trusting nod.

“That’s my good lad,” Nyla murmured, guiding him gently.

“Let’s be on our way.”

Linda tore out like a woman possessed, leaping into her car and peeling off into the night without a backward glance.

The orphanage sat perched atop a hill, and by the time Ernest and his men gave chase, Linda had vanished into the shadows like a ghost in the wind.

That night, Ernest was utterly spent.

had only emerged from mere months ago, protested with every step. His legs throbbed, and a dull ache pulsed

observant, took note of his

back and catch some rest? Leave the

knitted together, worry etched deep into

if you find her, Quentin, I

𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮:

muster a counter to

the car with care. Seeing the strain on her grandson’s face, she

can’t handle this strain,” she said

back home

Grandma…” Ernest began, his voice laced with

interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument. Turning to Quentin,

might

aimed squarely at Ernest, her gaze steady

“Grandma.” Ernest hesitated again.

feels like too much to ask of Eric. It’s late, and this mess