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.

woman,” he said

Linda snapped, her voice

You had a

I meant,” Ernest said, shaking his

exhaled, his gaze steady as he

child. As for his mother… I don’t know who she is, nor

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face for any sign of

she asked, her voice

handkerchief in his hand and, with deliberate

“His mother means nothing to me—just a stranger who

spoken with clarity

up again, fresh tears spilling over as emotion surged

what?” Ernest exhaled, shaking his head.

“Ernest!”

herself into his arms, gripping him tightly as if afraid he might slip