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.

strained, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m

back, bowing deeply

won’t be here to look after you or bring you joy anymore. Please

own eyes brimming with tears. Abruptly, she

Eric whispered. He cast one final look at Nyla

shouted, starting after

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

family for years, not out of greed. If he was

years, Eric had poured his heart into managing the

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world, he might’ve seemed like the commanding head of the household, but in truth, he knew he was simply a loyal employee working tirelessly for the Flynn family’s

as his grandmother, me as his brother. Saying these things about him is like

stunned by Ernest’s words. She had no

her face in her hands. “What am I supposed to do? The thought of my real grandson being gone, replaced by