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?”

gaze capturing his. “You’re this furious? My goodness. Did

the blood draining from his

laugh sliced through the silence. “Oh my, looks like I hit the mark!” With unexpected vigor, she

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

gaped at her, disbelief etched across every line

made the mistake, and Ernest was the one who covered for you. Yet, instead of showing a shred of remorse, you deliberately manipulated

vanished like a snuffed flame, replaced by a venomous glare. “I am insane! And it’s because

your miserable lives? You both exist because of me—you should be

content now at

from her throat in a primal scream, her voice splintering with raw, unhinged

couldn’t care less about your mental state!

the air, he seized the wheelchair’s