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    “Sounds fun! Teach me how.”


    “Let’s go.”


    Locke took Joy’s hand. “Let’s go watch cartoons!”


    “Okay!” she chirped, skipping beside him.


    Meanwhile, Ernest and Eric made their way toward the living room. Just as they passed the foyer, a faint sound came from outside the front door. Both men paused and exchanged puzzled nces. The next moment, the door creaked open. Sebastian stepped in, his expression unreadable.


    “Sebastian, what’s the matter?” Ernest asked, his brows knitted together.


    The man seemed troubled. “Mr. Flynn, it’s…”


    Sebastian looked uneasy and pointed toward the door. “It’s Miss Harris… She’s here.”


    Before he could finish, Linda wheeled herself in.


    She paused at the sight of the two brothers standing together and then smiled casually. “Oh, Eric’s here too.”


    “Yes.” Eric nodded, a trace of confusion in his eyes. “It’ste. Did you need something?”


    “Is this your house?” Linda raised an eyebrow. Her tone was light, almost amused. “Do I need your permission to enter?”


    Eric said nothing, ncing toward Ernest.


    Ernest stepped in, just as uncertain. “Linda… is something wrong?”


    Before she could answer, Jane entered behind her.


    “The movers are here,” she said quietly. “Should they start bringing your things in?” The words weren’t loud, but both Ernest and Eric heard them clearly.


    Eric stiffened. She was moving back?


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    Ernest’s expression shifted. His brow creased. “Linda…”


    Linda gave a sharp smile. “You heard her. So I’ll be direct. I’m moving back in.”


    Ernest fell silent.


    “What’s with that look?” Her smile faltered slightly. “Aren’t you happy to have me back?”


    She didn’t wait for a response. “You once said the Flynn family would always be my home.”


    Her voice turned cold, the sarcasm barely hidden. “I’m tired of living elsewhere on my own. I want toe home. That’s not a problem, is it?”


    Ernest was caught off guard, but he nodded. A promise was a promise. “Of course not.”


    “Good.” Linda lifted her chin. “I knew you’d understand.”


    She turned to Jane. “Go ahead. Tell them to start moving everything in. My room is—”


    She looked at Ernest. “It’s still there, right?”


    “It is,” he said quietly.<fn8f8b> Original content can be found at f?ndnovel</fn8f8b>


    The Flynn Mansion was vast. Not only was Linda’s room untouched, but even Eric’s and Hadley’s remained just as they had left them.


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