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,”

me to believe that?” Linda snapped, her voice tinged with

woman? What? You had

not what I meant,” Ernest

his gaze steady

child. As for his mother… I don’t know who she is,

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searching his face for any

she asked, her voice

gaze with unwavering certainty. He lifted the handkerchief in his hand and, with deliberate gentleness,

“His mother means nothing to me—just a stranger

measured, spoken with

welled up again, fresh tears

shaking his head.

“Ernest!”

he could say another word, Linda launched herself into his