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

Chapter 230 Such A Generous Spirit

Ernest's expression stiffened, and his lips formed a tight line as he paused.

“Eric...”

He couldn't find the right words.

“Ernest.” Eric felt a cold of apprehension. “What is it? Why can’t you just say it?”

Ernest kept silent, refusing to speak.

“Ernest!” Eric's voice rose, tinged with frustration. “Won't you tell me?”

He guessed, asking, “Did you disappoint Linda somehow?”

Ernest's reaction was telling-his eyes darted away, seeming to confirm Eric's suspicions.

“Ernest!” Eric, shocked by the implications, moved closer and lowered his tone. “Talk to me!”

“Eric...” Ernest seemed tormented, his face contorted with hesitation.

“Ernest!”

At that moment, Quentin intervened, pulling Eric back gently. “Mr. Flynn, please, your brother knows what he’s

doing. Please don’t press him.”

“Am | pressing him?”

Eric's expression creased with worry as he stared at his brother.

“Ernest, you don’t have to involvein your private affairs, but please, be sure of your actions!”

He gestured toward the hospital ward.

“Today, Linda just fainted due to low blood sugar. What if it's worse next time? If something serious happens to

her, will you still not be there for her?”

Ernest's expression darkened upon hearing this, and he fell silent, seemingly lost for words.

Eric observed his brother quietly, his initial confusion and dissatisfaction giving way to a sense of helplessness.

“I've said what | needed to say as your brother-go check on Linda. She was asking for you.”

With those words, Eric left the hospital ward decisively.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin turned to look at Ernest, who was silent, and suggested, “Maybe you should confide in your

brother? He is your most trusted person, and his involvement could simplify things with Miss Harris.”

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“Stop.”

Ernest frowned deeply, looking at his assistant. “I have my strategy for handling this.”

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“Of course.” Quentin closed his mouth immediately, knowing better than to push further.

Ernest moved toward the hospital ward.

Should he confide in Eric? As Quentin suggested, involving Eric could be advantageous. Yet he was hesitant.

Maybe waiting was the better choice.

Once Eric was gone, Hadley’s interest in the movie faded completely.

Given the opportunity, wouldn't it make more sense to return and spend the remaining twith Joy?

Hadley grabbed her bag and exited the cinema.

It was rush hour, with crowds filling entertainment spots after work.

Out of nowhere, a sudden jostle nearly sent Hadley stumbling.

“Are you alright?” asked a nearby stranger who helped stabilize her.

“Thank you, I'm okay,” Hadley responded, just as she sensed something amiss. She reached for her wrist,

realizing her watch was missing.

She spun around, scanning the crowd urgently.

The culprit was the sindividual who had bumped into her.

“Criminal!”

She recalled the appearance of the thief, notably his black baseball cap. “That man stole my watch!”

The thief glanced back, his nerves apparent.

“Stop right there! It's you!”

Charging through the crowd, Hadley pursued the man in the black cap.

“Stop running! Ah...”

“Stop!”

Out of nowhere, another figure dashed past her.

Tall and familiar-it was Denver.

Hadley was caught off guard, hardly expecting to encounter him under these circumstances. As she watched

Denver chase after the thief, concerns about his previously injured leg crossed her mind.

Had his injury healed enough for him to sprint like this?

Denver quickly closed the distance and delivered a swift kick to the thief’'s knee, sending him to the ground.

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“Givethe watch now!”

“Humph.”

The thief scoffed, his hand diving into his pocket and emerging with a knife, which he swung at Denver.

After a brief struggle, the thief shoved Denver to the ground and fled.

“Denver!” Hadley called out as she reached him.

The sight of him on the ground turned her face white, her legs giving way as she knelt beside him. “Denver, are

you hurt anywhere?”

“It’s nothing serious...”

Trying to reassure her, Denver managed a weak smile while clutching his arm, which was starting to bleed.

“Really, it’s just a scratch on my arm.”

But Hadley could see blood seeping between his fingers. “This looks bad. We need to get you to a hospital right

away!” She assisted him to his feet, ready to support him to the nearest medical facility.

“Okay...” Denver acknowledged with regret. “I'm sorry | couldn't retrieve your watch.”

“Who's worried about the watch now?”

Hadley dismissed his apology with a shake of her head. She would never have pursued the thief if she had

known it might endanger Denver.

“Here's a cab. Let's go.”

“Got it.”

While on the way to the cinema, Eric’s phone rang. It was Sebastian on the line.

“Sebastian. I'm close by.”

“Mr. Flynn,” Sebastian said, a note of confusion in his voice. “I arrived at the agreed tbut there’s no sign of

Miss Hadley, and she’s not answering her phone.”

What?

A crease formed between Eric's brows. “Understood, I'll try her number.”

“Alright.”

Eric ended the call and immediately dialed Hadley’s number. As Sebastian had reported, there was no answer.

Could Hadley be upset about something?

Refusing to give up, Eric tried once more. This time, the call connected.

“Hello.”

“Hadley,” Eric responded, a wave of relief washing over him. “I'm nearing the cinema. Where are you exactly?

Are you still inside? Which exit should | head to?”

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Hadley’s response caught Eric off guard. “I'm not at the cinema.”

Surprised and uneasy, Eric asked, “Where are you then?”

“At the hospital.” Hadley disclosed without hesitation, explaining the circumstances.

“Understood, I'll be there shortly.”

Ending the call, frustration clouded Eric’s typically composed expression.

Not Denver again.

When would this cycle break?

At the Hospital.

Upon his arrival, Eric found Hadley assisting Denver to a bench outside the emergency room. They had just

consulted with the doctor, and Denver's condition was graver than initially assumed. The knife wound was deep,

posing a risk of nerve damage, and surgery was imminent to repair the injury.

Hadley was overwhelmed by guilt and regret. Why did disaster strike every tDenver crossed paths with her?

She muttered, distraught, “This is all my fault.”

“Don’t blyourself,” Denver insisted gently, unable to stand seeing her distressed. “I wasn’t stabbed by you.

The fault lies with the thief, not with you.”

“Denver...”

Tears brimmed in Hadley’s eyes as she looked at him.

His compassion seemed boundless, as if he was incapable of feeling bitterness or holding grudges, no matter the

circumstances.

How was it possible for someone to maintain such a generous spirit?

“Please don’t cry.”

Denver initially reached for a tissue to dab her tears away himself.

However, he paused, restraining himself....

He felt he no longer had the privilege to do so.

“Take this,” he said instead, offering her the tissue. “Dry your tears. I'm going to need you to helpout here.”

“pf”

Hadley chuckled softly through her tears, meeting his gaze. “Of course, Mr. Moran.”

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