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.

no woman,” he said

to believe that?” Linda snapped, her

woman? What? You had a child

meant,” Ernest said, shaking

exhaled, his gaze steady as he

I don’t know who she

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺⧽

face for any

that?” she asked, her voice

lifted the handkerchief in his hand and, with deliberate gentleness, wiped away the lingering

planned,” he murmured. “His mother means nothing to me—just a stranger who happened to exist

were measured, spoken

Her eyes welled up again, fresh tears spilling over as

what?” Ernest exhaled, shaking

“Ernest!”

into his arms, gripping him tightly as if afraid