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

Chapter 1050:

“And what of it?” Nyla snapped, her voice sharp as she glared at Ernest. “Compared to everything he’s taken from the Flynn family, his efforts are nothing.”

“Grandma…” Ernest faltered, stunned.

Eric’s face was ghostly white, a cold dread coursing through him, chilling him to the core. Every breath felt heavy, each movement trembling with restraint.

“Ernest!” Nyla’s voice cut through again, her eyes blazing. “Are you trying to upset me? My real grandson is gone, and you expect me to face this impostor every day?”

“Grandma!” Ernest sighed and glanced at Eric, who looked utterly broken.

“Ernest,” Eric said, forcing a hollow smile. His eyes were empty, desolate.

“Grandma’s not well. Don’t fight her on this.”

“Eric…” Ernest’s voice was thick with conflict, torn and powerless.

“Grandma,” Eric said, turning to Nyla. His voice was soft, laced with guilt and sorrow. “Please don’t be upset. I’ll leave…”

“Eric!” Ernest called, desperate.

his smile strained, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m leaving. Take care of

back, bowing deeply to

raising me. I won’t be here to

brimming with tears. Abruptly, she shut

He cast one final look at Nyla and

Ernest shouted,

Nyla’s voice cracked like a whip, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t chase after him. He’s not your brother. He’s just

has been part of the Flynn family for years, not out of greed.

his heart into managing

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the outside world, he might’ve seemed like the commanding head of the household, but in truth, he knew

as his brother. Saying these things about him is like

froze, stunned by Ernest’s words.

do? The thought of my real grandson being gone, replaced by him—it