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    Regrettably, this was not Joy’s first encounter with such a reaction.


    As long as her condition remained, bouts of pain would surface without warning.


    In that instant, Mathias’ observations echoed in her mind. Joy’stest doctor, a younger colleague of his, had said the same thing.


    “Have you thought about reaching out to Joy’s father, perhaps considering another child?”


    Internally, Hadley resisted the idea.


    But she loved Joy so much!


    She wished she could take on all of Joy’s suffering herself, even if it cost her own life…


    That night, Hadley remained by Joy’s side.


    Seeing her daughter’s tear-streaked face, she found herself unable to sleep.


    On Wednesday evening, Hadley arrived at the Flynn residence.


    Tonight was her only free night—starting Thursday, her schedule was packed with performances through the weekend.


    “Hadley, over here.”


    N uncorked a bottle of red wine, raising a ss in celebration of Hadley’s safe return from the.


    “What a relief! We’re just d you’re back safe. I know God is watching over you!”


    “Yeah, indeed.” Hadley nodded with a small smile.


    Eric sighed inwardly. He was the one who had actually risked his life and saved her, yet no one seemed to acknowledge it.


    He ced a hand over Hadley’s ss, firm but gentle. “Let’s skip the wine, Grandma—Hadley doesn’t drink.”


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    He hadn’t forgotten the chaos she caused thest time she was drunk.


    “A sip won’t do any harm,” N countered, arching a brow at him. She reached for the bottle and poured a generous amount into Hadley’s ss. “Come on! It’s a special asion! Besides, we’re home, so what’s the harm even if she gets a little tipsy? Don’t you think, Hadley?”


    Hadley lifted her ss with a small, amused smile. “Mhm.” Well, that was that—his interference had been pointless.


    With a sigh, Eric let it go, shifting his focus to pouring the wine and making sure both women had plenty to eat.


    That night, only the three of them sat around the dinner table.


    Ernest was at the hospital for a follow-up, undergoing a full check-up that required an overnight stay. Linda had gone with him. By the end of the meal, N was more than a little tipsy.


    Concerned for her health, Eric didn’t hesitate to call her caregiver to escort her to her room.


    When he turned back, his eyesnded on Hadley, still clutching her wine ss, sipping away like she had all the time in the world.


    Fantastic. She was drunk too.


    “That’s enough,” he said, reaching for the ss.


    Eric strode over and plucked the ss from her hand. “You’re drunk, you know that? Grandma wants you to stay the night.”


    Her room was always ready—cleaned daily—so there was nothing to prepare.


    “Oh, okay.”


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