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    Eric could no longer contain his frustration.


    “Hadley, really? I was merely picking up your wallet after fetching you some water for your medication…”


    “I don’t need your help!” Hadley retorted, gripping the wallet firmly, her expression cold and detached. “I didn’t ask for water, nor did I ask you to get me any medicine. I won’t take it!”


    “You…” Eric said, his expression turning into a mask of anger. He pointed a finger at her aggressively. “You don’t want my help? That’s just fine! Do you really think I enjoy dealing with you? The next time I decide to intervene, just remember…”


    Eric stopped mid-sentence. Overwhelmed with anger, he couldn’t finish his words in front of Hadley. He turned sharply and marched upstairs.


    Hadley closed her eyes, enduring Eric’s rant. After a moment, she slowly reopened them and gazed at her wallet.


    She gently touched the photopartment.


    “That was too close.”


    He nearly discovered Joy.


    Despite knowing Eric’s scorn for her was so profound that he would never acknowledge their child, Hadley still couldn’t bear the thought of him finding out about her existence.


    Joy belonged solely to her.


    The following day, Hadley remained at home, recovering and feeling significantly improved.


    By evening, her real estate agent contacted her. The paperwork wasplete.


    After freshening up, Hadley met with thendlord, apanied by the agent. Shepleted the payment for her deposit and rent, and received the keys to her new apartment.


    She caught a ride back to Silver Vis to collect her belongings.


    Hadley was thankful she didn’t have to encounter Eric after today. On her way back, she traveled by subway to the city center, followed by a bus ride, and made a stop at an ATM to withdraw some money. During rush hour, the traffic was chaotic, and the sidewalks overflowed with people.


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    That same evening, as Eric was on his way to dinner at Marshall’s, the traffic came to a halt at an intersection.


    “Boss,” Sebastian, his driver, gestured towards the window. “Isn’t that your wife out there?”


    What?


    Distracted by work emails on his phone, Eric was caught off guard by Sebastian’s interruption. He looked out the window and spotted Hadley.


    There she stood among the throng, slender and noticeable. She wore a white T-shirt paired with light blue jeans, her long hair flowing down her shoulders in waves. She appeared effortlessly graceful yet strikingly vivid.


    There was a simplicity about her that was mysteriously captivating.


    Eric’s brow furrowed. What was she doing here? Just yesterday, she was in severe pain and refused her medication. And now, here she was, weaving through the crowd?


    Shecked a stable job and seemed to just meander through life.


    “Mrs. Flynn!” Sebastian shouted, lowering the window and gesturing excitedly before Eric could intervene. “Right here!”


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