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

Chapter 852:

Ernest blinked, thrown off. “Why would you think that?”

“It must be true!” Locke sniffled, tears threatening to spill again. “Mommy never comes to see me!”

He turned over, his back now facing Ernest. He was pouting, clearly hurt.

Ernest opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

How could he make his son understand without breaking his heart?

Did Elissa love Locke? Ernest honestly didn’t know.

People always said a mother’s love was instinctive. But what Elissa had with Locke… was different. She hadn’t chosen to have him. And after he was born, she left him behind. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t love him.

And that, Ernest thought bitterly, was on him.

He was Locke’s father as well as the root of Elissa’s worst nightmare.

the bed, Locke had pouted himself

temples, then leaned down

sleep, his voice

it clearly. Locke

moved into the sanatorium, Hadley came by

nodded approvingly and remarked, “It’s nice here. Peaceful, convenient… and it keeps

thanks to Mr.

sat down and began peeling a tangerine. The soft citrus scent filled the

𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝗘𝗗

“Hadley.”

“Yeah?”

Eric contacted

handing half of the tangerine to her friend.

and quietly sighed to herself. She couldn’t tell if Eric’s silence was a blessing or something else

from Laventown by now, right?” she asked

Maybe.”

plane, sneezing into his hand and

Phillips said promptly, offering a coat. “Don’t let a cold catch you