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    Hadley’s grandmother and N had been best friends, and when Hadley’s grandmother passed away unexpectedly, N made the decision to take Hadley in and treat her as her own granddaughter. N, alone in the Flynn family, had the right to decide how Hadley was cared for and how much she received.


    “You had no right,” Eric hissed, his voice hoarse with fury. He looked at Linda’s pale, drawn face, his expression carved from betrayal. “She was only twenty! That money was for her to live! What were you thinking, cutting her off like that?”


    His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw rigid with rage. His eyes—usually calm—now burned with indignation.


    “Linda…” N’s voice cut in, low and disbelieving.


    She sighed deeply. “Why won’t you say something? Was it greed? Are you in need? Nheless, you shouldn’t have done this! That wasn’t your money! It was Hadley’s.”


    Still, Linda said nothing. She nced from N to Eric—and then, unexpectedly, began tough. A strange, bitter sound.


    “Linda?” N’s voice grew gentle again, attempting to reach her.


    “So what if I took the money?” Linda snapped, herughter vanishing as quickly as it came. Her voice was cold now—clipped, unapologetic. “Yes. The ount’s empty. I did it. I took every cent meant for her. So what?”


    N and Eric locked eyes, both stunned, their faces darkening. Linda lifted her chin slightly, the tension draining from her shoulders as if she’d finally released a secret she’d been dying to scream.


    Linda knew there was no escaping it now. The proof sat right in front of her—clear, damning, and impossible to deny.


    “It was me.”


    She exhaled slowly, as if a burden had finally slipped from her shoulders. Her lips even curled into a strange smile, almost as if she felt… relief.


    She shrugged. “So what?”


    “Linda!” N froze. She hadn’t expected this. Linda looked anything but regretful.


    “Don’t you feel sorry for Hadley?”


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    “Sorry for her? Why?” Linda gave a cold smile and shook her head. There was no guilt in her expression—only bitter satisfaction. “And why shouldn’t I have done it?”


    N’s face hardened. “What are you saying?”


    “Exactly what you heard!” Linda’s voice snapped. Her face twisted, and her eyes brimmed with fury.


    “If I hadn’t brought it up, would all of you have just forgotten why she was sent to the in the first ce?” She hissed, her voice sharp with rage. “She was heartless. She killed my baby. And what did you all do? You covered for her. You shipped her off to another country to continue enjoying her life and called it punishment—what a joke!”


    Linda let out a scornfulugh. “She just changed addresses. The Flynn family still poured money into her. Still supported her. That punishment meant nothing. Why?”


    Her eyes red red as she shouted from deep in her chest.


    “Why was she let off so easily? That was my child. She pushed me down the stairs. I was bleeding everywhere. And just like that, my baby was gone. And you expect me to just forgive her? No. Never!” She shook her head, her voice trembling. “I wouldn’t let this go. It was too easy for her. I wanted to cut off her funds, make her suffer for real.


    Really suffer.”


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