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    “Too young?” Hadley’s bewilderment lingered. “Doesn’t younger children typically get sold more easily?”


    “Generally speaking, yes.” Eric nodded, hesitating before adding, “She showed remarkable intuition from an early age. She managed to earn the trust of the traffickers’ leader, and as she grew older, being female, she avoided being sold.”


    “I see…” Hadley nodded.


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    “I’m done.” Hadley set down her spoon, rose to her feet, and gestured toward the window. “Joy and Melba are in the garden, aren’t they?”


    “Yes.”


    “Then I’ll go find Joy! I missed herst night…”


    “Of course.”


    Eric nodded, standing to apany her.


    The moment they stepped outside, Joy’s delightedughter floated from the garden.


    The little girl was perched on a swing, giggling with abandon. “Higher! Melba, higher!”


    Hadley rushed toward her daughter, heart lightening. “Joy, Mommy’s here!”


    “Mommy!”


    Eric stopped in his tracks, deciding not to intrude any further. He lingered silently a few paces away, a quiet sentinel in their moment.


    Then came the unexpected ring of his phone.


    Picking it up, Eric frowned, a ripple of confusion creasing his brow.


    N? His eyes widened, disbelieving.


    N was calling him on her own ord?


    What in the world could this be about now?


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    Thirty minutes prior…


    Inside the hospital’s pale, sterile walls…


    N had regained consciousness and been transferred from the ICU to a standard room, but she was still weak and needed to stay hospitalized for recovery.


    Kira came to visit N, bringing the family’s ount books with her.


    Since Linda’s departure, the responsibility of managing the household finances had fallen back into N’sp—a familiar, yet dusty mantle. Years had passed.


    Since N hadst handled the finances, and now, facing them again while her health wavered, it felt like a heavy burden. She enlisted Kira’s help to organize them.


    Methodical by nature, Kira spent the past few days meticulously sifting through the records, cross-referencing with those of previous years whenever confusion arose.


    Back when Linda held the reins, the books had been neat as a pin—clean lines, no smudges, no mysteries. Thanks to that, verifying anything was as simple as flipping a page.


    “Yes… Linda always did have a sharp mind for this kind of thing…” A pang of regret went through N. Too bad Linda and the Flynn family were not meant to be together.


    “Mrs. Flynn,” Kira came today with questions. “I’ve found some discrepancies in the ounts. It might just be my inexperience, but I wanted you to take a look.”


    “Oh?” N’s interest piqued as she leaned forward. “Where exactly? Show me.”


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