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

Chapter 721:

He quickly assured her, “Just wait for me. I’ll heal soon, and you won’t have to wait long.”

For Hadley, he would endure for now. Finally, he settled down.

Eric was young and in good shape, so his recovery was swift. Within a few days, his wounds had healed significantly. However, since some had reopened once, it was likely to leave scars.

While helping him change, Hadley mentioned it under her breath.

“What are you so worried about?” Eric didn’t seem to mind. “It’s just scars. Would you dislike me for them?”

Hadley was momentarily stunned, but then shook her head.

Her thoughts drifted to the scars on his back. For him, such small marks were nothing compared to those on his back. And those old scars… how did they come about? Could they be connected to the kidnapping he endured as a child?

sat in his car, preparing to visit Eric at the hospital. Tonight, he

intersection, a shadow suddenly darted into

Sebastian slammed on the

jolt—had they hit someone? Ernest frowned. “Quentin, go

“Yes!”

out together. After a moment, Quentin returned, carrying someone in his arms as Sebastian opened the car door. Ernest’s brow furrowed. “Are

magical tales on

look. You might

onto the seat beside Ernest. He turned his head, and his gaze fell upon

the woman lay still,

lifted a hand, carefully tucking back the

unblemished, was now mottled with bruises, thin cuts tracing along her cheekbones, and

state, Ernest knew her in an

cold weight settling in his

kind of wounds left by a car accident. They spoke of violence,