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.

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

back, bowing deeply to

be here to look after you or bring you joy

her own eyes brimming with tears. Abruptly,

final look at Nyla and Ernest,

Ernest shouted, starting after

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

been part of the Flynn family for years, not out of greed. If he was after wealth and power, he could’ve taken control of everything during the four years I was unconscious! But he

had poured his heart into managing the Flynn family’s

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like the commanding head of the household, but in

his family—you as his grandmother, me as his brother. Saying these things about

froze, stunned by Ernest’s words. She

as she buried her face in her hands. “What am I supposed to do? The thought of my