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

Chapter 1471:

Beholding Locke’s face, Elissa experienced both exquisite tenderness and profound anguish mingling in her chest. This child—beautiful, living miracle—was her son.

“Miss Holland.” Locke’s lower lip protruded dramatically, his tone laden with childish indignation. “You disappeared for two whole days!”

He cast an accusatory glance toward Ernest before burrowing deeper against Elissa’s chest, his voice dropping conspiratorially. “Dad’s mean. He’s useless with homework help, and he says my memorization is slower than a snail… Humph.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Elissa dipped her head to press her lips against Locke’s plump, velvet-soft cheek. “I haven’t been feeling my best lately.” The half-truth tasted bitter on her tongue.

“Were you sick, Miss Holland?” Concern etched tiny wrinkles between Locke’s eyebrows as he studied her face intently. “Did you take medicine? Has the doctor made you all better?”

“Yes, darling. I’m completely recovered.”

forced a reassuring smile, hoisting Locke higher

close, exchanging secrets and giggles, Ernest’s

Locke finish his homework, Elissa left

anticipated, Ernest’s solitary figure occupied the living room sofa,

the silence before he could speak. “We need to

at her directness, his composed facade momentarily

chapters at

intimate drawing room, the ticking clock the only sound between

before her and launched into his apology, his voice laden with remorse. “I cannot express the depth of my regret. Your hatred and blame are entirely

to claim I harbor no resentment or

lips, the sound of someone surrendering