Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 939:

Ernest took a moment, collecting his thoughts. “After you moved on, I felt it was right to give Locke a real family environment. That’s what I thought they deserved.”

“That seems awfully convenient, doesn’t it?” Linda’s laugh was laced with bitterness as she forced her eyes open. “What about me, Ernest? Have you even thought about me?”

Ernest appeared puzzled by her question. “Linda, we ended our relationship, didn’t we? You walked away. You said you couldn’t handle Locke being in our lives.” That was indeed what she had expressed to him.

A mixture of shock and hurt crossed Linda’s face as she struggled to catch her breath. Then, she remembered watching Ernest give his carefully chosen pen to Elissa as a gift. She couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “Ernest, do you realize? Throughout all our years together, you never once put that much thought into a gift for me.”

As she reflected on her time with the Flynn family, she couldn’t deny that Ernest had always met her material needs. But on birthdays and holidays, she either had to hint heavily or rely on his secretary, Quentin, or even Nyla to come up with gift ideas. Ernest’s only contribution was handing the gifts over when they were ready.

Ernest met her gaze, his expression unapologetic. “You already had everything you needed.”

Linda was taken aback by his blunt admission. The words stung deeply, and a sharp pain filled her chest. With frustration building, she pushed Ernest away forcefully. “Ernest, how can you be so indifferent? Let’s see how happy you are after this!”

With those words, Linda spun around and stormed off.

“Linda!” Ernest was jolted by her shove, stumbling backward as he tried to regain his balance.

“Sir!” Quentin rushed over just in time to catch him.noveldrama

Ⱡ𝖆𝓉𝓮𝓼𝓉 ςһ𝓪ρ𝑡𝑒𝗋𝓈 ⳑ𝖆𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“I’m fine,” Ernest muttered, leaning on his cane, struggling to stay steady. His gaze followed Linda’s retreating figure, filled with concern.

Turning to Quentin, he said, “Track her down. She’s not thinking clearly right now—make sure she’s safe.”

“Don’t worry, sir.”

With urgency, Ernest gestured toward Elissa’s quarters. “And make sure Linda doesn’t get anywhere near Elissa.”

Quentin nodded, a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Understood.”

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Eric showed signs of recovery. By the afternoon, his doctors had removed his ventilator.

As Hadley moistened his lips with a cotton swab, she whispered, “You’re missing Joy already, aren’t you?”

Her continuous mentions of Joy throughout the day seemed to have positively influenced his recovery, contributing to his improvement after the ventilator was removed.

“I also have recordings of Joy on my phone. You can hear her voice if you’d like.”

Hadley’s phone, equipped with cloud storage, was filled with video clips of Joy from various stages of her life. She began playing the videos one by one, narrating softly.

“Here’s Joy after she stopped night feedings. She always looked a little sad.”

“Look at this one—she’s two and already showing she’s left-handed. She wrote the number 10 starting with the zero, then the one. She was so proud and kept asking for my applause.”

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