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.

tears. “I’m leaving. Take care of her. I’ll always be

bowing deeply

me. I won’t be here to

eyes brimming with tears. Abruptly,

one final look at Nyla and Ernest,

shouted, starting after

down her cheeks.

an uncommon intensity. “You can’t talk about Eric like this! He has been part of the Flynn family for years, not out of greed. If he was after wealth and power, he could’ve

four years, Eric had poured his heart

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the household, but in truth,

as his brother. Saying these things about

by Ernest’s words. She

her as she buried her face in her hands. “What am I supposed to do? The thought of my real grandson being gone, replaced by him—it tears me apart… My Eric, my