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

Chapter 1562:

“Jane, who—” Linda pivoted in her wheelchair. The moment her eyes landed on Eric, her body tensed, frozen in recognition.

“Eric, it’s you.” Her voice wavered slightly. “What brings you here, of all places?”

“Humph.” The sound escaped from his throat, bitter and dismissive. Eric brushed past Jane into the room, a glacial smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You really don’t know why I’ve come?”

“Let me guess.” Linda’s fingers tapped rhythmically against her armrest. She then abandoned her act of ignorance, and a ghost of a smile crept across her face. “You and Hadley fought, didn’t you?”

Though framed as a question, her tone carried the certainty of someone who already knew the answer.

“Linda!” The name tore from his throat like a curse. Eric’s features hardened into stone, his eyes blazing with barely contained fury as he hissed, “Why did you do it? What twisted satisfaction do you get from this?”

her gaze capturing his. “You’re this furious?

blood draining

unexpected vigor, she straightened

laughter, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “You two are torn apart now.

her, disbelief etched across every line of his

mind?” Eric’s voice trembled with shock. “You made the mistake, and Ernest was the one who covered for you. Yet,

exploded from her lips. Linda’s laughter vanished like a snuffed flame, replaced by a venomous glare. “I am insane! And it’s because of you! You and Ernest—you both pushed me over the

rimmed with the raw edge of emotion. “You two are nothing but ungrateful wretches—have you forgotten I once saved your miserable lives? You both exist because of me—you should be devoted to me always! Who granted

now

her throat in a primal scream, her voice splintering with

derisive laugh. “I couldn’t care less about your mental state! Right now, you’re coming with me, whether you like it

words still hanging in the air, he seized the wheelchair’s handles