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

Chapter 798:

“No hurry,” Eric said, voice calm as he carried her downstairs. “I’ll drop you at the hospital first. Hang tight—I’ll grab the car.”

He turned to the housekeeper. “Fetch Miss Pearson’s coat!”

“Right away, Mr. Flynn!”

The moment Eric loosened his grip, Hadley darted upstairs like a deer.

“Hold it right there!” Eric dashed after her, confusion sharpening his voice. “Why are you running?”

Caught off guard, Hadley’s foot twisted beneath her. As she teetered on the edge of a fall, Eric lunged forward and scooped her into his arms.

“Watch yourself!”

her pulse hammering, thoughts scattering like leaves in

to break her fall. “Get to the door and

“Yes, Mr. Flynn!”

beside her as they entered

with my wife? She passed out—is

“your wife’s fainting has nothing to do with her arm. She collapsed

hub for

“Are you absolutely certain? There’s no chance of a mix-up?” After all, he and Hadley had always

error. She’s in the earliest stages, not yet a fortnight along. In six to eight weeks,

a glance at Eric’s face, looking for a hint of his reaction. Eric’s expression was

Eric’s furrowed brow. Yet he quickly accepted the truth: no method of protection was ever completely foolproof. Hadley’s recent dizzy spells, her sudden lack

found himself teetering on the brink of uncertainty. When it came to children, he believed the decision was entirely Hadley’s—she would be the one to carry this little life. As for him, he was content either way. The Flynn family line was already secure in Ernest and young Locke, yet if fate chose to bless them