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    Once the call ended, Marshall turned to Eric, pondering their next move. “Who should contact Cristian, you or me?” Eric and Cristian had a more personal connection. This connection was evident as Cristian had agreed to manage Eric’s divorce before, a rtively straightforward matter for such a high-profilewyer.


    Eric’s expression grew tense, his throat moving as he swallowed. “I’ll handle it,” he replied, standing to make the call.


    He quickly dialed Cristian’s number. “Cristian, it’s Eric.”


    Momentster, Eric ended the call and turned to Marshall. “Cristian’s on his way to the station now to meet with Denver.”


    “Got it.” Marshall quickly sent a message to Denver to inform him. “I’ll let Denver know.”


    The room then filled with an evident tension. Marshall and Barrie shared a meaningful look before turning their attention back to Eric.


    With a quiet intensity, Eric swirled his drink, his elegant sips masking his inner turmoil.


    Breaking the silence, Marshall addressed him, saying, “Eric, try not to worry. Cristian hasn’t lost a case yet.”


    “Okay.” Eric acknowledged with a nod, then finished his whiskey in one gulp and set down the empty ss.


    Feeling the effects of the alcohol more than he wanted to admit, Eric stood abruptly. “I think that’s enough for me tonight. I need to head home.”


    As Eric left, Marshall and Barrie remained, their expressions betraying their skepticism. Had Eric really had too much after just one drink? The evening was just beginning.


    “Clearly, Eric’s mind is still on Hadley.”


    “Yes, it seems so.”


    After leaving Poseidon’s Realm, Eric bypassed the police station and instead drove to Hadley’s apartment.


    Inside, Melba wasforting Joy.


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    “Mommy! Mommy!” Joy was heartbroken, tears and cries filling the room.


    Despite reassurances that her mom was just at work, Joy’s agitation didn’t subside. This was unusual. Hadley had stayed outte before, and Joy had previously shown resilience and patience. But tonight, nofort seemed effective.


    Melba pondered, recognizing perhaps a deeper connection at y. People always said that children had a keen sixth sense. Was Joy picking up on the fact that her mom was in trouble instead of at work?


    “Darling, please don’t cry. Mommy will return very soon.”


    “Melba, when will Mommy be here?” Joy’s tears continued, her small form shaking with each sob. “I want to stay awake until Mommy gets home.”


    “Oh, Joy.”


    Just then, the sound of the doorbell echoed.


    “Who could that be at this hour?”


    Clutching Joy to her side, Melba quickly moved to answer the door, hoping perhaps it was Hadley.


    As she opened the door, her expression turned to one of surprise.


    “Mr. Flynn? What brings you here now?”


    It had been quite some time since hisst visit.


    “Indeed.” Eric agreed, shifting his attention to Joy. He opened his arms wide. “Joy,e here.”


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