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

Chapter 850:

Ernest gripped his cane, his silence stretching out.

“Aren’t you saying anything?” Linda’s smile vanished, and she coldly asked, “Are you hesitating? You have a child with another woman! But don’t forget, I’m your fiancée!”

Without waiting for his response, she yanked her arm free and spun around to leave.

“Linda!” Ernest reached out and grabbed her.

“Why are you stopping me? Let go!”

“I promise you! I promise you everything you want!” Ernest blurted out. Linda stopped in her tracks and turned back sharply. Her face lighting up, she asked, “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“Really…” Ernest nodded, though his voice held a trace of hesitation. “It’s just… the wedding is already in motion. I thought maybe we should wait until we’re officially married.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Linda rose onto her toes, threw herself into his arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ernest, I don’t care about any of that! I just need to know that you love me. That’s enough!” Then, she looked up at him with a bright smile. “Come to my place tonight, okay?”

Ernest’s lips parted, but his phone rang before he could speak.

It was Nyla.

Linda sighed and reluctantly let go. “Answer your grandmother’s call first.”

“Alright.” Ernest swiped to answer. “Hello, Grandma…”

“Ernest!” Nyla’s voice came through, rushed and tense. “Where are you? Come home quickly! Locke has a fever and won’t take his medicine. He’s been crying for you nonstop!”

Upon hearing this, Ernest’s face changed. “Okay. I’ll be right there.” As soon as the call ended, Linda gripped his arm tightly. “You’re not going anywhere! Ernest, I forbid you!”noveldrama

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“Linda…” Ernest’s brows drew together, and he explained in a low voice, “Locke has a fever and is asking for me.”

Linda’s eyes reddened instantly as she clung to his arm. “You promised to be with me tonight! Kids get sick all the time. It’s not serious, right? What can you even do if you go? You’re not a doctor. I won’t let you—”

“Linda!” Ernest snapped, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of shock and disappointment. “Do you even hear what you’re saying?”

Linda froze, suddenly realizing how far she had gone. “Ernest, I didn’t mean…”

“Linda…” Ernest gently pried her hand from his arm. “Locke is here to stay. That’s not going to change. And that’s on me. But if you really can’t accept him, I won’t force you.”

Without another word, he turned and walked to the car, never once looking back.

“Ernest…” Linda stood rooted in place, realizing the implication of his words. Had he just ended things with her? Was this it?

“No, I want my daddy…”

“Locke, be good! Your father will be here soon.” Nyla then mumbled to herself, “He’s been crying nonstop. Why isn’t Ernest back yet? If this keeps up, it’s only going to get worse.”

The moment Ernest stepped through the door, Locke’s sobs reached his ears, and he quickened his pace. “Grandma! Locke!”

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