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    Eric let out a wry chuckle—ssic Linda, always true to her stubborn streak.


    But could Ernest even make it there now?


    Grabbing his phone, Eric dialed Ernest’s number, but the call went unanswered—Ernest was likely still swamped.


    Resigned, Eric fired off a quick message. “Linda has been intercepted. I’ll escort her to Silver Vis.”


    After a moment’s thought, Eric gathered the documents on his desk, stood, and reached for his suit jacket hanging nearby. He strode out of the CEO’s office with purpose.


    “Phillips, bring the car over. We need to go to the airport.”


    “Right away, Mr. Scott.”


    At the airport, Linda sat poised in the lounge, her face a serene mask, betraying no hint of joy, anger, or sorrow.


    As Eric stepped through the doorway, her gaze met his, and a faint smile curved her lips.


    “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”


    A while? Hardly.


    Barely half a month had passed.


    Eric regarded her with a tangled mix of emotions, his voice cutting straight to the point.


    “Are you stirring up trouble because you’re refusing treatment for your legs? Do you n to stay bound to that wheelchair forever?”


    Every ailment has its window for healing. Even Mayo Hospital’s expertise offered no certainty of full recovery regarding Linda’s case. And her running away like this? Absolutely irresponsible.


    “Oh, please.” Linda’s eyes locked onto his, a cool, sardonic smile flickering across her face. “You talk as if you genuinely care about my well-being.”


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    Eric found himself at a loss for words.


    “You’re only pushing to fix my legs to soothe your own conscience,” Linda continued, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as a bitter smile tugged at her lips. “You’re all cut from the same cloth—eager to wash your hands of me. Not one of you truly cares.”


    Eric stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide with disbelief.


    “You really think that? No matter how hard I try to help, you just refuse to listen. You—”


    Before he could finish, Linda cut him off.


    “Are we headed to Silver Vis?”


    “Yes,” said Eric, breaking off mid-sentence.


    “Then let’s get moving.” Linda looked away, her voice steady. She turned to the caregiver.<fnfd8a> Content originallyes from Find[?]ovel</fnfd8a>


    “Jane, would you take me out?”


    “Of course.”


    Eric followed, watching as Linda was wheeled away, his thoughts tangled and unreadable.


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