Chapter 659
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 659:
âVery well, I understand,â Eric replied, his voice steady but laced with concern.
âMr. Flynn,â the agent ventured cautiously, âwill you be coming to the hospital?â
Eric didnât commit, his response measured. âIâll call Ernest.â
With that, he ended the call and immediately dialed Ernestâs number. True to the agentâs words, the line wouldnât connectâErnest was utterly unreachable.
What in the world was going on?
Ericâs mind churned with questions. Ernest hadnât returned to work yet, and today marked no doctor appointment. Shouldnât he be lounging at home at this hour? He decided to ring Flynn Mansion.
Kira picked up, her voice warm and familiar. âMr. Flynn.â
âKira, is Ernest there?â Eric asked.
âNo, sir. He stepped out this afternoon with Quentin. Has something happened?â
âNo, nothing pressing,â Eric replied, though his tone betrayed a flicker of unease.
After hanging up, his brow furrowed deeper, a tangle of thoughts knotting in his mind.
Ernest had gone out with Quentin? Since the afternoon? What could they have been up to all this time?
It wasnât that Eric wanted to harbor doubts about his brother, but ever since Ernest had gained consciousness, too many things seemed off-kilter.
Tucking his phone away, Eric turned back toward the cinema.
Hadley remained in her seat, her eyes glued to the screen, a soft laugh escaping her lips as the filmâs story unfolded, delighting the audience around her.
âHadley,â Eric called gently, reluctant to shatter the serene moment but left with little choice.
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âYouâre back.â Hadley noted, her attention still half-caught by theâ¦
Flickering images danced before her. âHadley, listen.â
With no alternatives left, Eric leaned closer, his voice a hushed murmur near her ear. âLinda collapsed on set and was rushed to the hospital. I canât get ahold of my brother, so⦠I might need to head over there.â
âWhat?â
Hadley froze mid-laugh, her eyes snapping to his with concern. A pang of guilt twisted in Ericâs chest, a faint sheen of sweat dotting his brow. âHadley, Iâll only go to check onâ¦â
âI get it.â Before he could finish his plea, Hadley waved a hand breezily, cutting him off. âGet going, then.â
She turned her gaze back to the glowing screen, resuming her immersion in the film.
Her nonchalant dismissal and air of indifference only deepened Ericâs unease.
He gently grasped her hand, his voice tinged with worry. âAre you upset? I wasnât planning to go at first, but with my brother missing in action, I feel I have no choice.â
âShh.â
Hadley pressed a slender finger to her lips, signaling for silence. âWeâre in a cinemaâletâs not bother everyone else. I already told you to go, didnât I? So go.â
Fearing Eric would persist, she added, âIâm not angry. Honestly, Iâm fine.â
Was she, though?
Eric scrutinized her face, searching for any hint of her true feelings, but her expression remained an enigma.
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