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

Chapter 728:

Then, just like that, he stood up, ready to leave—ready to run.

Before he could take a step, Linda’s fingers clamped around his tiny arm. Not rough, but firm.

Her voice dipped, low and sharp, a far cry from the gentle act she’d been putting on. “Listen to me, Locke, I’m going to marry your father. That means—whether you like it or not—I will be your mother.”

“No! Let me go!” the boy cried, yanking at his arm, his small body twisting in panic.

Terror surged through him, and without thinking, he ran.

He sprinted blindly, breath coming in quick gasps—until he crashed into Nyla’s legs.

“Locke? What happened?”

clutched at Nyla—the way

“Locke!”

boy, her expression dark with frustration. Her anger flickered, replaced momentarily by

he turned his back to Linda. He clung to Nyla as

the Flynn family

It’s okay, honey.” Nyla’s voice was a soothing whisper, laced with

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her eldest great-grandchild, the boy should have had everything—a childhood filled with warmth, security, and love. Instead, he had spent three years in hardship, growing up in

him closer. “I’m here, Locke. There’s no reason to be

at Nyla. “What are you trying to

not what I meant,” she

softened as she looked down at the boy nestled against her, his small frame rigid with fear. “He’s still learning.

words struck Linda like a slap. Color flushed and drained from her face in quick

exactly how much Nyla