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    “Eric,” Ernest said, raising his head and locking eyes with him. “I’m struggling to manage everything on my own. I could really use your support.”


    Eric’s mouth opened slightly. His chest tightened, and something stirred deep inside him. “But…”


    Ernest gave a tired sigh, sensing where Eric’s thoughts had drifted. “Grandma’s stuck in her thinking. It’ll take a while before she even tries to understand. But to me, you’re my brother. That doesn’t change.”


    Still…


    The worry was evident on Eric’s face, his throat tightening as he considered his next words. “Ernest, I need some time to think it over.”


    He was genuinely unsure about his decision.


    Their grandmother, N, had already ostracized him from the Flynn lineage. Could he really justify holding onto any part of the Flynn enterprise after that?


    “Understood,” Ernest replied, not pushing any further. He bent his head, focusing on the apple he had just finished peeling.


    “Thank you…” Eric murmured, reaching out for the apple.


    However, Ernest gave him a stern look, sliced off a piece of the apple, and tossed it into his own mouth. “You haven’tmitted to helping me. You don’t get to share this.”


    At this, Eric found himself at a loss for words.


    At nine o’clock, the wall clock punctuated the silence of the room with its steady ticking. Eric mulled over the likelihood that Hadley wouldn’t appear tonight.


    Compelled by a mix of concern and impatience, he texted her. “Are you still on set?”


    A response didn’te right away.


    A knock on the hospital room door heralded the entrance of a nurse for Eric’s nightly treatment, closely followed by Phillips.


    “Mr. Flynn,” Phillips said, holding aptop under one arm and a stack of papers in the other. He was clearly here for work.


    Recognizing the umtion of work due to his recent absences, Eric gestured toward a chair. “Have a seat.”


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    “Of course.”


    As his assistant, Phillips was intimately familiar with Eric’s business affairs, including those not directly rted to the Flynn Group.


    “I’ve brought thetest market trends from thest few days.”


    “Understood,” Eric acknowledged, epting the documents andptop. He started reviewing the information intently before addressing Phillips, “Here’s where the issue lies…”


    After Eric wrapped up his instructions, Phillips raised a brow in mild surprise but said nothing.


    “Alright. Got it.”


    “You can go now.”


    “Okay.”


    As Phillips exited the hospital room, he exhaled deeply. It was clear to him that Eric was gearing up to take on Ferris.


    Phillips harbored a secret about Eric.


    Unknown to many, Eric was the formidable trader known in Srixby’s financial circles—a new titan causing old guards to tremble.


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