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

Chapter 729:

The little boy scrambled down from Nyla’s lap and planted himself squarely in front of Ernest. For someone so small, he stood with an unshaken determination—one that shouldn’t belong to a child his age.

“Dad, I’m sorry!”

His tiny fists clenched, his words trembling on the verge of breaking.

Locke hesitated, stealing a glance up at Ernest, searching his face for a reaction.

That look—so fragile, so uncertain—sent a sharp pang through Ernest’s chest.

He was just a child. And yet, he already understood too much.

That his fate wasn’t in his own hands. That his father had the power to decide whether he belonged in this family. Whether he mattered.

down and

letting go would mean losing everything. His voice shrank to a whisper, heavy with fear. “I’m sorry. Please don’t send me

small frame trembling as

cheeks, his voice steady, reassuring. “This is your home. No matter what happens, I don’t want you thinking like that again. Do you hear

“Dad!”

heart ache. She reached out, stroking Locke’s soft hair. “Sweetheart, let’s not cry anymore, okay? How

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was undeniable—a picture of familial love

been completely forgotten, pushed

“Hadley!”

gaze immediately catching sight

her, his eyes flickered toward the hallway—just in time to see Linda retreat into her room,

a fight,” Hadley said casually, chewing thoughtfully. “Seems like Locke

his words carefully. “Maybe she