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

Chapter 1022:

“Why waste your breath explaining?” She interrupted, her patience razor-thin. “If some woman matters more to you than your own kid, then spare Joy the empty promises!” With that, she cut the call.

“Hadley?!” Eric’s shout echoed uselessly.

He glared at his phone, brows knitting together, completely thrown.

“Mr. Flynn?” A nurse edged closer, her tone tentative. “The specialists are ready. Would you like to go in now?”

Eric’s grip tightened on his phone, hesitating, and then he gave a curt nod. “Yeah.”

He turned and strode into the office.

A soft shower had fallen earlier today.

Linda opened her eyes to the gentle tap of rain against the glass pane, the hospital room steeped in an unsettling hush, broken only by the presence of her caregiver seated close by.

“Miss Harris, you’re up…”

“Yeah…”

upright, and the caregiver darted over to lend

as she shoved the caregiver’s hand away. “Where is everyone else?” She scanned the room in a

were they? Where was Ernest? Where was Eric? After everything she’d endured, not one of them was here? Had they abandoned her? Were

welled up, a bitter tide of grief

broke free as tears spilled down

uncomfortably, venturing, “Miss Harris,

even ask?” Linda’s glare whipped toward her, sharp and searing. “Get Ernest and

hosts the

caregiver faltered, visibly torn on what to

caregiver—how was she supposed to summon the

or not?” Linda’s voice turned frigid, a sneer curling her lips. “Fine! If you won’t,

and wrestled to

caregiver lunged forward, flustered, trying to

of my