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

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

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

bitter tide

free as

venturing, “Miss Harris,

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

the latest

faltered, visibly torn on

just a low-rung caregiver—how was she supposed to summon the likes of Ernest and

Linda’s voice turned frigid, a sneer

blanket aside and wrestled to climb out

forward, flustered, trying to hold her back.

out of my