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

Chapter 819:

It was clear Elissa had orchestrated her escape with cunning precision. Of course, the bodyguard and servant’s carelessness played its part—they had foolishly assumed Elissa’s blindness tethered her in place.

Ernest gripped the phone, his eyes hardening like flint. “I’ll be there shortly.”

After hanging up, he readied himself to depart.

“Where are you off to?” Nyla piped up. “Won’t you stay for supper?”

“Something has come up that needs my attention.” Ernest flashed a warm smile. “Grandma, with Locke and Hadley here, you’ll be fine. Please enjoy your meal without me.”

Seizing the moment, Hadley shot a discreet glance at Eric.

Her plate was a mountain of food she couldn’t hope to conquer alone. Eric caught her signal like a hawk and, while Nyla chattered with Ernest, deftly slid Hadley’s excess onto his own plate. “Alright, you can finish the rest,” he murmured.

Hadley pressed her lips together, poised to take a bite.

swat on Eric’s head. “How old are you now? Can’t you serve yourself?

sting. “Hadley has been off her feed lately. She can’t manage all you’ve heaped on

hand brushed Hadley’s head with tender concern. “Why didn’t you say so,

call. “Hurry

scooping up Hadley’s plate, she dumped

go, finish

await on

and Hadley

hen’s teeth, Nyla

Hadley expecting, Eric

a sudden craving for

and patted the

quiet ache tugging at her

couldn’t deny it—since the news of her pregnancy broke, Eric

them could vanish like mist. But

reached to douse the light, Hadley’s