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 was alone—Nyla wasn’t feeling well, and Linda had to stay home

approached an intersection, a shadow suddenly darted

a screech, Sebastian slammed on

they hit someone? Ernest frowned. “Quentin,

“Yes!”

out together. After a moment, Quentin returned, carrying someone in his arms as Sebastian

magical tales on

Flynn, take a look. You might recognize

seat beside Ernest. He turned his head, and his

white down coat, the woman lay still, the soft

tucking back the loose strands of hair that veiled her

the full extent of her injuries became visible—her skin, once delicate and unblemished, was now mottled with bruises, thin cuts tracing along her cheekbones, and the corners of her lips split, fresh blood seeping through the cracks. Her left

Ernest

a cold weight settling in his gut. His

weren’t the kind of wounds left by a car accident. They spoke