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    The only child of her parents, she’d taken the reins of the Flynn family as its heir. Her husband had joined the family through marriage, and after her son…


    daughter-inw’s tragic ident, N had singlehandedly propped up the dynasty to its current heights.


    Though age had sidelined her from business, she never let family matters slide.


    Under N’s piercing stare, Linda squirmed, guilt gnawing at her.


    “Did something happen to Eric?” N’s temper red. “Not talking? Fine. You said he was on a trip—call him. Now!”


    Linda froze. What could she do?


    “Call him! Why the dy?” N’s voice sharpened with a sneer. “Still hiding the truth? If something’s happened to Eric, can you handle the full responsibility? Are you ready for that?”


    “I’ll tell you!” Linda caved, left with no escape. She dropped her gaze, avoiding N’s eyes, and murmured, “Eric… he’s injured and now… unconscious…”


    She spilled the whole story.


    N’s pulse spiked at the words, a cold shiver racing up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching the back of her neck.


    “N!” Linda yelped, panicked, rushing to steady her. “Ernest and I didn’t tell you because we feared you couldn’t take it! Where’s your medicine?”


    She rifled through N’s pockets, found the emergency pills, and shook out two, pressing them to her lips. “Take them, please!”


    N steadied herself and swallowed the pills.


    “Are you okay?” Linda’s voice trembled with worry. If something happened to N, how would she face Ernest?


    Fortunately, N pulled through.


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    Linda eased her onto the sofa, and after a beat, N’s eyes fluttered open, her color improving slightly.


    “I’m fine,” N said, brushing it off with a wave. “I’m not dying yet. It’s not my time to go!”


    She rose, leaning on Linda’s arm. “Let’s go.”


    Linda blinked, confused. “Go where?”


    N shot her a look that screamed obvious. “Where else?”


    At Milnd Road, the Cayenne rolled up outside Hadley’s apartment. Hadley helped Elissa out. “Wait here a second, Elissa. I need a word with Ernest.”


    “Okay,” Elissa nodded, suspecting it was about Eric’s condition. “Take your time.”


    Hadley circled back to the car, tapping on the window.


    It slid down, and Ernest met her gaze wordlessly.


    “Ernest, about Eric…” Hadley began.


    “Hadley!”


    Her sentence was cut short when someone called out from ahead. Looking up, she saw Linda propping up N, both suddenly appearing before them.


    “N?” Hadley’s eyes widened in surprise.


    “Grandma,” Ernest said, stepping out of the car, his brow furrowing as he nced at Linda.


    How had N ended up here? Did she know about Eric?


    No exnation was needed—N marched straight to Hadley, tears brimming as she seized her hand, her voice thick with emotion. “Hadley, please save Eric!”


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