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

Chapter 705:

In the garden…

Linda stood with her back to Ernest, her posture rigid, her breath uneven. Her eyes, swollen and red, glistened with unshed tears.

“Linda…” Ernest’s voice was quiet, steady. He leaned on his cane, his other hand holding out a neatly folded handkerchief.

“Don’t cry,” he said gently.

“This is my fault. If you’re upset, take it out on me.”

“Take it out on you?” she repeated, her voice shaking with frustration. She took a step closer, her gaze piercing.

“The child is three years old.” Her voice cracked slightly, but she pushed through it. “Where is his mother? You have him living with Quentin—but where is that woman?”

Ernest’s expression darkened. His brows knitted together as a familiar face flashed through his mind. For a long, heavy moment, he said nothing. Then, jaw set, he met Linda’s eyes with unwavering resolve.

is no woman,” he

believe that?” Linda snapped, her voice

You had a child on

meant,” Ernest said, shaking

his gaze steady as he

I don’t know who she is, nor do I

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face for

mean that?” she asked, her voice

her gaze with unwavering certainty. He lifted the handkerchief in his hand and, with deliberate gentleness, wiped away the lingering tears on her

he murmured. “His mother means nothing to me—just a stranger who happened to exist in that moment.

measured, spoken with clarity and

Linda cracked. Her eyes welled up again, fresh tears spilling

exhaled, shaking his

“Ernest!”

herself into his arms, gripping him