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

Chapter 139 Bewitched The Flynn Brothers

In a huff, Linda exited the room, leaving Eric massaging his forehead in frustration and helplessness.

Did his brother really have someone else on the side?

Eric wouldn't disclose such a thing to Linda even if he knew, but in truth, he was clueless.

That evening, tension filled Flynn Mansion; no one could sleep peacefully.

As morning dawned, only Nyla and Ernest gathered around the breakfast table.

Eric had left unusually early, and Linda hadn't risen from bed.

With a heavy sigh, Nyla placed her utensils down and turned to Ernest.

“Ernest, whatever is happening, | must be just-fair to you, my own grandson. It’s not right to play both sides!”

Ernest said nothing.

“You...” Nyla, still showing favoritism, continued, “There must be a mix-up, I'm sure.”

She gestured towards the second floor. “Nonetheless, Linda is upset. Please, go talk to her.”

“Okay,” Ernest responded, nodding slowly.

“That's what | wanted to hear.” Nyla expressed her relief. “Linda has been loyal to you for years. It’s unfair to

disappoint her now.”

She signaled to the caretaker. “Please assist him to Linda’s room.”

“Right away.”

At Linda's door, the caretaker positioned Ernest and knocked. “Miss Harris, Mr. Flynn wishes to speak with you.

There was no response for a long time.

After a pause, the caretaker turned the doorknob. “Mr. Flynn, it seems the door is unlocked.”

“Okay,” Ernest said with a nod, indicating the caretaker could go.

“Ill be right outside.”

With another nod, Ernest opened the door and wheeled himself into the room.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains closed. Ernest adjusted to the darkness as he wheeled closer to the

bed.

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Linda was turned away from him, lying still, seemingly unaware of his presence

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Inext tightened his grip on the wheelchair, his voice shaky as he said, “I'm... so... fry.”

Linda’s eyes snapped open at his words, her gaze quivering, yet she didn’t move

From behind her, Ernest continued hesitantly, “Please don’t be... mad...”

still without a response, Ernest attempted to stand, his hands clutching the wheelchair tightly.

“What are you doing?

Feeling that something was off, Linds quickly turned and caught him just as he was about to lose his balance.

They found themselves in a close embrace.

“I'm... sorry,” he murmured near her ear.

Feeling overwhelmed, Linda's eyes welled up with tears. “If you regret it, why did it happen?”

“No...” Ernest replied, shaking his head.

“What are you trying to tell me?” Surprised, Linda responded, “You're saying it’s not as | suspected?”

“Yes,” Ernest said with a slow nod.

“Then...”

Hesitant, Linda almost voiced her next question-then who was the woman?

Recalling his previous day’s distress, she held back.

She chose to move past it.

Linda understood the importance of his pride and didn’t want to press him excessively.

“Makethis promise.” She stepped away slightly and said, “That she will no longer be a part of your life.”

Ernest's expression momentarily darkened, yet he soon gave a nod.

He actually agreed?

“Ernest!” With a rush of emotion, Linda embraced him tightly. “For four years, I've waited. Do you have any idea

what I've endured? | can’t bear to lose you...”

Ernest stayed quiet, his expression troubled.

After that conversation, the two had made up.

Letting go, Linda climbed out of bed.

“Today, | have just one meeting. I'll return soon to assist with your physical therapy. Please wait for me.”

“Okay.”

Later that day, Linda chearlier as she promised.

The mansion was unusually silent that afternoon, the staff apparently taking their breaks, including Kira the

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housekeeper

Linds moved stealthily upstairs, cautious not to disturb the peace,

Though they had seemingly resolved the issue of Ernest's alleged infidelity, doubt lingered in Linda’s heart.

wanted to know-had Ernest truly put it behind him?

She approached his bedroom silently, not knocking, instead gently opening the door to sneak in.

Surprisingly, she found Ernest asleep.

Was she more relieved or disappointed? Unsure, Linda walked softly to his side.

Noticing his phone beside the pillow stirred a surge of anxiety within her.

With her heart racing, she grabbed the phone, carefully pressed it against his face, trying to unlock it as he

slept

And it worked!

Linda’s gaze fell upon the screen, lighting up with a photo-

Upon recognizing the image, she stood rooted to the spot, struck by disbelief. The revelation was shocking.

The person in the photo was familiar.

Hadley was right there, captured on camera as she walked out of the dance stuwith her colleagues after the

performance!

Surely, Quentin was the one who snapped this picture and forwarded it!

Feeling a surge of blood to her head while her feet turned ice-cold, Linda touched her forehead, overwhelmed by

a sudden dizziness.

She looked over at Ernest, who was sleeping soundly.

She recalled the photo he had hurriedly destroyed before. Was the young woman in it really Hadley?

How was this possible?

Linda struggled with the thought-Ernest having feelings for Hadley? When had it all started?

This must have started years ago...

And she had been completely oblivious?

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A scornful chuckle escaped Linda. Hadley, always at Eric's side back then, had somehow captured Ernest's

affections too?

How absurd! Everyone in Srixby thought Linda was the favorite, adored by both of the Flynn brothers. Yet what

was the truth?

She held only an empty title, while Hadley was the one who bewitched them!

Fury flared as Linda stared at the man sleeping peacefully, a swell of hatred building inside her.

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Ernest had betrayed her! And with the woman his brother loved

Compelled by anger, Linda raised her hand, intent on waking him to confront the betrayal. But the froze

No, she couldn't do it

What would the aftermath of such a confrontation look like?

If Ernest confessed, she feared she would lose everything!

She told herself to stay calm. It was crucial to strategize her next steps carefully.

Now, at least, she was aware of the identity of the woman in Ernest's affections.

On the day Nyla had her routine check-up in a hospital, Hadley was by her side.

They returned to Flynn Mansion and walked into the living room where Ernest awaited them in his wheelchair

“You're... back...”

“Yes, Ernest, we're back,” Hadley responded, her voice carrying a cheerful tone.

Nyla extended a dinner invitation. “Hadley, why don’t you join us for dinner?”

“I'm sorry, Nyla, but | have to decline,” Hadley said apologetically. “I need to go back the stutonight”

“Oh?” Nyla raised an eyebrow. “There’s no show tonight, is there?”

“No, there isn’t. However, we are preparing for a tour, and | have to rehearse.”

Consistent practice was essential for dancers; skipping even one day could set her back.

“That makes sense,” Nyla replied. “Well, | won't hold you back then.”

“I'll be in the restroom for a moment,” Hadley said to Nyla and Ernest.

“Sure...”

Just then, Eric walked in, his car keys jingling in his hand.

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