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    Eric sighed deeply, his voice heavy with finality. “I can’t treat you the same way as before!”


    With those words hanging in the air, Eric gripped the doorknob tightly, twisted it with deliberate control, and strode out without looking back.


    “Eric!”


    Linda’s voice echoed against empty walls. She sat immobilized by disbelief, staring at the vacant doorway, a profound sense of abandonment washing over her.


    He really had walked away, just like that!


    Suddenly, Linda clutched the armrests of her wheelchair tightly, her eyes zing with indignation. “Stop, if you dare walk away from me…”


    “Linda.” Ernest squeezed her shoulder firmly, his timing impable. “Calm down. Eric won’te back, no matter how loudly you call. Grandma is still resting inside—do you want to disturb her?”


    His words doused her anger like cold water. Linda snapped back to reality and tilted her face up toward him.


    Her bloodshot eyes revealed a storm of confusion mixed with stubborn determination.


    “He won’t forgive me,” she whispered, “but what about you? He’s gone now.” She swallowed hard. “Tell me, what are you going to do with me?”


    “Linda.” Ernest’s handsome features remained a mask of calmposure, his expression almost clinically detached.


    “This matter is over.” Each word fell from his lips with quiet finality.


    “Over?” The word hung in the air as Linda blinked in disbelief. “What exactly do you mean by that?”


    She tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing asprehension dawned. “You mean you’re not going to take any action against me?”


    “No.” Ernest’s brow creased slightly as he shook his head. “I’ve already discussed everything with Eric.”


    Linda sat speechless, astonishment washing over her features. Had Ernest merely sent her away to privately convince Eric? To ask him for forgiveness on her behalf?


    His sess hardly surprised her. Eric’s loyalty had never wavered—he had always faithfully followed wherever Ernest led.


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    But…


    “Why?”


    The question escaped Linda’s lips as confusion clouded her mind.


    She scrutinized Ernest’s face, an unsettling realization dawning on her—his demeanor was too measured, too controlled.


    “You…” Linda’s brows drew together as suspicion crystallized into certainty. “You already knew, didn’t you?”


    The unspoken truth of her pregnancy and miscarriage hung between them like a phantom.


    She had discovered her pregnancy only after Ernest had slipped into aa, his consciousness trapped in a vegetative state. A year ago, he had defied medical expectations and awakened.


    The family had erupted in celebration, and for over half a year afterward, every resource and moment of attention centered on his painstaking rehabilitation. It had been Linda herself who insisted they shield Ernest from this truth, at least temporarily.


    He had just returned to consciousness, his body still betraying him at every turn—how could he possibly weather such an emotional tempest?


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