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

Chapter 922:

“Great.” Linda smiled brightly. “I’m going to head back now.”

“Okay.”

As she exited the room and shut the door behind her, the smile quickly faded from Linda’s face. Family?

What she truly wanted was not just the title of family, but to genuinely be a part of the Flynn household!

Later in the evening, after getting some rest, Linda made her way back to the hospital.

The room was silent, with Ernest asleep on the couch.

Linda first went to check on Eric. He was in a stable condition, and his face looked far healthier than the previous night, almost as if he were just sleeping.

Her heart pounded in her chest…

Ernest was in

be that Eric would never wake

gently, “Eric, the doctor mentioned you can hear us. So, can you hear me now? The trip must have worn you out. You’ve earned a decent rest. I’ll let you sleep a little longer, but only a little. Wake up as fast as you can. Ernest and I are here waiting for you. You fought hard back then. You clung to life

to the couch, stooped to pick up a blanket that had fallen to

her eyes landed on

Her curiosity was piqued.

be holding a pen. Upon opening it, she saw a pencil… a mechanical

????? ???

Why would Ernest

minute,

faint memory, as if it were a famous brand from Volara. Curious,

listing, she spotted an exact match. “A professional designer’s drawing

use would Ernest have for this? He was a businessman, not

Unless…

hunch stirred within her, whispering that this might connect to Locke’s mother—a thread

there was that concealed tortoiseshell hairpin, and then the