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    N and Eric had acquiesced to her decision without protest. After all, the delicate matter existed primarily in the space between husband and wife.


    Besides, the miracle had already urred—Ernest had returned to them. That heartbreaking chapter had unfolded years earlier, and the future still promised countless opportunities for them to have more children. As months passed, both N and Eric grew convinced that Linda should have broken her silence on the matter.


    In reality, her lips had remained sealed.


    Life had hurled oneplication after another in their path.


    First came Locke’s unexpected arrival, and then Elissa’s intrusion, followed by the earth-shattering revtion of Eric’s true identity. Thus, until Linda departed from Flynn Mansion, she had meticulously guarded this secret, burying it beneathyers of daily concerns. By Linda’s calction, Ernest should have encountered this revtion only today, the truth delivered through Eric’s unwitting lips!


    ording to Eric’s ount, he had assumed Ernest possessed this knowledge already, prompting him to reference it only in passing.


    Linda studied the contours of Ernest’s face with mounting apprehension. “Aren’t you even curious about… what happened?” she ventured hesitantly.


    About the child she had lost before it ever drew breath!


    Ernest gazed at her troubled expression, his voice a study in practiced neutrality. “I assumed you preferred to leave that pain undisturbed.”


    “Hmm?” She recoiled slightly.


    What manner of response was that?


    Something so momentous had transpired between them, and merely because she might wish for silence, he would refrain from seeking answers?


    No… Linda’s brow creased with deepening suspicion. Hisposure was unnatural—almost rehearsed! Too calm!


    “Did you…” A cial dread slithered across Linda’s heart as the terrible possibility took form. “Did you already know about this before Eric said anything today?”


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    Ernest’s telling silence hung in the air—an admission without words.


    “So, you did!” Linda’s features hardened into a mask of betrayal as a hollow, bitterugh escaped.


    Her lips trembled. “You’ve known all along?” Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, each word carved from ice. “When? When exactly did you discover it?”


    “Linda…” Ernest’s eyelids lowered briefly, as though shielding himself from her intensity. “This matter belongs in the past…”


    Was he truly attempting to dismiss this revtion as though it were nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience?


    “Speak!” Linda demanded, her patience shattering like ss. “I asked you a direct question! Answer me!”


    Witnessing her mounting agitation, Ernest exhaled a resigned sigh and spoke in measured tones. “Remember that one time, after your dispute with Hadley, when you injured your leg… I visited you at the hospital. The doctor, assuming I already knew, mentioned your miscarriage in passing.”


    That time?


    Linda’s mind reeled back through the fog of memory.


    She had indeed shed with Hadley, though the truth remained that Elissa had been the actual architect of her injury.


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