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

Chapter 1500:

“Have I made myself sufficiently clear?” The question was heavy with finality.

Ernest’s eyebrow arched in cold dismissal. “Well then…”

As the words left his mouth, he retreated into the sanctuary of his domain. “Your presence is no longer required.”

The massive door crashed shut mere inches from her face, the sound reverberating through her very bones.

Elissa stood frozen on the doorstep, unable to speak, her mind struggling to comprehend the brutal swiftness with which she had been cast out of her child’s life.

Her gaze fell to the carefully prepared pastries nestled in their paper wrapping, now symbols of her shattered expectations.

The painful truth settled in—her separation from Locke wasn’t just for this day, but extended indefinitely into the future.

Ernest had weaponized Locke against her, targeting the most vulnerable

did

easily, abandoning her maternal rights without

to flee took over.

turned away from the mansion, managing only a few steps before she stopped abruptly. With newfound determination, she spun

seemed to anchor her to the ground, making

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separation from Locke made her limbs heavy, as though each

Locke doing

face when she didn’t

interactions with his son had always lacked the patience Locke so desperately needed. Locke often confided his frustrations

as a wave of anguish swept over her. With trembling hands, she took out her phone