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

Chapter 1043:

“Let me see you properly…” Nyla murmured, raising a hand to trace his face. Her fingers brushed over his features with care. “Yes, my Eric looks like this…”

“Grandma, I am Eric,” Eric insisted gently.

“You do look the part,” she said, her hand suddenly dropping. Her voice hardened. “So, care to explain this?”

On the coffee table sat the opened urgent delivery, its contents splayed out.

Ernest and Eric shared a silent look. Without a word, Ernest crouched down, picked up the envelope, and opened it. The moment he saw what was inside, his expression darkened, and a deep crease formed on his forehead. He passed it to Eric. As Eric took one glance at the contents, a wave of confusion and unease washed over him.

All the envelope contained was a single sheet of A4 paper. Printed across it in bold, stark letters was a chilling statement.

“The man you know as Eric Flynn is not who he claims to be. He is an imposter, not a true member of the Flynn family.”

Ernest turned to Nyla, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Grandma,” he started, his voice firm, “where did this come from?”

on right now?” Nyla countered sharply, her eyes darting between them. She

is true?” She turned slowly toward Eric, her gaze

as he spoke, his voice rough and barely audible.

“Are you really going to doubt who he is over some anonymous message? Think about how hurtful

the truth!” Nyla’s voice cracked, and tears brimmed in her eyes. “After your parents died, my purpose became nurturing you two.

low, and his frown deepened. “I’ve told

Nyla paused and looked back to Eric, who stood quietly. Her mind was

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out and grabbed Eric’s arm firmly. “Come with

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to sort this out once and for all!” Nyla sneered coldly. “To

“Grandma!”

unison, both filled with a mix

a flicker of realization crossing