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

Chapter 1070:

Ending the call, he saw Eric return, freshly dressed and assisted by the caregiver, who gently helped him onto the hospital bed.

Just then, the nurse entered, noticing Eric’s hand was bleeding. “We need to bandage his hand.”

Ernest wouldn’t have noticed Eric’s condition if the nurse hadn’t pointed it out. On closer inspection, he observed Eric’s hands—bloodied and marred, likely a result of his earlier outburst.

“Sorry to trouble you,” said Ernest quietly.

“No trouble at all,” the nurse replied as she gathered the necessary supplies to treat Eric’s wounds. She carefully cleaned, medicated, and bandaged his injuries.

As Ernest watched, he felt helpless, uncertain of how to provide solace. Emotional entanglements were never his strong suit.

“Eric!” The door burst open, and Linda called out as she entered, wheeled in by a caregiver. “What’s going on here?”

“There you are, Linda.” Eric managed a broad, strained smile and shook his head dismissively. “It’s nothing, just a small scrape.”

Linda and Ernest exchanged knowing looks; her disbelief was evident. Having known Eric since they were children, Linda could easily tell something was amiss. Eric was visibly hurt, but Linda sensed his deepest wounds were emotional, not physical.

fever had flared up again. Soon, a doctor arrived to examine him and decided to increase his medication

Getting soaked in cold water has made it

over Eric. If it becomes too much, let me know, and I’ll find

Flynn,” the caregiver responded

no longer contain her emotions and confronted Ernest. “Did Hadley cause

paused. “I’m not

what

with bitterness. “You kept it from me on purpose, didn’t you? Is this what you wanted? For her to show up and

to articulate a

must I tell you? Hadley doesn’t truly care

with her accusations, Ernest had no

little. “You go back

hesitated. “But you’re still

head. “My legs won’t heal overnight, but I’m stable. Besides, we can’t let

resolve, Ernest didn’t press further.