?Chapter 1624:
“What exactly do you mean by iming Hadley has no maiden family?” N’s voice cut through the air, sharp as a drawn de.
N adjusted her reading sses with deliberate precision, releasing a contemptuous snort. “Are you pronouncing me deceased? Or perhaps dering your elder brother irrelevant?”
“Grandma!” Eric recoiled as if struck. “That wasn’t my intention at all…” Realization dawned across his features, like the sun breaking through fog, illuminating the true purpose behind today’s summons.
“Grandma, are you suggesting…” His voice trailed off, almost afraid to voice the hope taking shape.
“Precisely.” N’s smile carried the satisfaction of a chess master revealing a long-nned move, her nod confirming his unfinished thought.
Though not bound by blood, the years N had invested in raising Eric had given her intimate knowledge of his sharp mind—a mind now rapidly connecting the dots she had carefully arranged.
“Hadley entered the Flynn family at fifteen,” N stated with firm authority. “She is my granddaughter and Ernest’s little sister by every measure that matters. The Flynn family stands as her maiden house and rightful foundation.”
“Grandma!”
“N…”
Eric’s and Hadley’s voices tangled in synchronicity, both expressions filled with astonishment and dawning joy, filling the room’s solemn atmosphere.
Eric’s features radiated pure tion, though Hadley’s expression remained moreplex. Overwhelmed wonder temporarily eclipsed happiness, as though someone had unexpectedly offered her a treasure she never dared hope to im.
“Eric,” N pronounced, her finger directing his attention with regal authority, “return to Ferris with this message: select an auspicious date and present himself at the Flynn Mansion for a proper visit to meet Hadley’s family. Nothing less will suffice.”
“Yes! Absolutely!” Eric sped his hands together in barely contained excitement, gratitude radiating from him like physical warmth. “I understandpletely, Grandma. Thank you—thank you for everything!”
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“Hadley.” N’s weathered hand reached out, her fingers brushing Hadley’s cheek with unexpected tenderness.
A film of moisture zed her normally steely eyes. “When you first married, I failed to provide the send-off you deserved… This time, I intend to right that wrong.”
With a subtle movement of her chin, she directed Hadley’s attention to thevish array of gifts arranged meticulously on the antique sideboard.
“Every item before you belongs to you now. The Scott family unts their wealth, but the Flynn family holds equal power. Your union creates a perfect bnce. Stand tall, knowing Ernest and I stand firmly behind you—the Scott family will have no choice but to ord you the respect you deserve.”
Hadley’s lips parted in silent astonishment, her mind struggling to process this unexpected shift in fortune. Seeking confirmation, she turned toward Ernest, questioning with only her eyes.
Ernest answered with a gentle smile and the smallest of nods—a silent testament to the truth of N’s deration. Something molten and golden unfurled within her chest, thawing ces long frozen by uncertainty. Ernest had hinted at a substantial wedding gift, yet nothing had prepared her for this disy of overwhelming generosity.
The cards and property deeds representing hundreds of millions already staggered the imagination, but the share certificate—granting her partial ownership of the Flynn empire—transcended mere financial value. Her position as the Flynn family’s daughter, it seemed, was no mere courtesy title but a birthright they intended to honor in full measure.
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