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

Chapter 1381:

Comprehension dawned, and Linda stammered, “Nyla, you… you looked into the accounts?” Why would she do that?

A cold chuckle escaped Nyla’s lips. “Do I need a justification to review my own family’s finances? I’m asking the questions here, Linda. Now answer me!”

The color drained from Linda’s face as she gave a weak shake of her head. “That’s not what I meant…”

“Whatever.” Nyla’s hand cut through the air, firm and final. She was in no mood for deflections—her body might have been frail, but her tolerance for pretense had vanished entirely. Her gaze locked onto Linda, steely and unrelenting. “Answer the question I asked. Now.”

Linda faltered, her teeth catching her lower lip. Did she truly need to say it aloud? Everyone in the room already knew—she’d overseen the Flynn family’s finances for years. She just never imagined those dusty ledgers would come back to haunt her.

Nyla leaned forward slightly, her voice cooling to a bitter edge. “What’s the hesitation? It’s a simple yes or no. Why is that so difficult?”

Before Linda could respond, a knock sounded at the door. The glass doors offered a clear view, and when she glanced up, Elissa spotted Eric on the other side.

Nyla murmured, unfazed. Her gaze shifted back to Linda, calm but resolute. “Eric’s here. Now you

glass door slid open with a soft hiss, and Eric stepped onto the terrace, his footsteps measured. As he passed Linda, a flicker of confusion crossed his face, but he said nothing. He

in a sling. “I got injured recently—that’s why I haven’t visited. You’re not mad at

by a few days earlier, but Eric had worried that his presence might upset Nyla further, so he

stirred something in Nyla’s chest. The warmth in his

much better now. And with your hand like that, you should be resting—I couldn’t possibly blame

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her attention once more to Linda, her voice regained its edge. “I asked both of you here because I have a question—one

had grown noticeably pale, her expression

is it?” Eric asked, brows knitting with concern. “Grandma, go

composed, her every movement deliberate. She reached for a stack of printed documents on the small table beside her and laid them

voice was even—almost too calm. “Take