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    Linda’s whole frame seemed to copse. Her shoulders fell, and she slumped back against the chair.


    His words had cut her deeper than he realized. The spark in her eyes vanished, reced by a dull, vacant stare.


    He had told Ernest. He didn’t leave anything out.


    What could she possibly do to fix this?


    She wasn’t just cornered—she was finished.


    However, a bitter realization hit her like a p. Everything was gone. Her schemes. Her power. Even her pride. She was nothing more than a hollow shell now.


    Since the moment Hadley came back, the two Flynn brothers—who once revolved around only her—had started to drift away.


    Hadley—she really was a curse, wasn’t she?


    What more could they take from Linda now? Everything that mattered had already slipped through her fingers.


    That thought gave her just enough strength to lift her chin and square her shoulders. So what if she lost it all? Even if they dragged her through the dirt, even if every shred of pride was stripped away—she’d survive it.


    She had pulled the Flynn brothers from the edge once. That truth couldn’t be rewritten.


    For that alone, they could never escape the debt they owed her.


    A knock echoed through the room. Atst, Ernest showed up.


    Ernest stepped inside, calm andposed as ever.


    “Ernest,” said Eric, rising quickly from the sofa.


    Linda, still seated in her wheelchair, didn’t look at him. Her gaze stayed fixed ahead, as if he didn’t even exist.


    Ernest gave a short nod and motioned for Eric to sit. “Sit down and let’s talk.”


    “Okay.”


    Linda kept her expression cool, but her hands betrayed her. Her palms were damp, and her heart pounded so wildly it nearly drowned out the room’s silence.


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    “How’s Grandma holding up?” Ernest asked, his voice even as he stepped further into the room.


    “She’s doing alright,” said Eric with a nod. “She took her medicine and fell asleep after.”


    “d to hear it.” Ernest exhaled quietly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. His eyes shifted from Eric to Linda. “I think I’ve got a solid grasp of the situation.”


    “Ernest…” Eric’s voice caught for a moment, his jaw tightening. “Grandma asked you to take charge of this. What do you think we should do?”


    “Eric, wait.” Ernest lifted a hand to stop him mid-sentence. Then he shifted his gaze toward Linda. “Linda, I’d like a private word with Eric. Would you mind stepping out to the balcony for a few minutes?”


    What did he just say?


    The request hit her like a p.


    Wasn’t she the one they were supposed to confront? They came here toy everything bare, to pass judgment. And now they wanted her to leave the room?


    Something about it didn’t sit right.


    Why was Ernest soposed?


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