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    The sordid narrative contained no surprises for him; he had been privy to most of these disturbing details for months now.


    When they first found out that Linda had been secretly holding back Hadley’s living expenses for years, Ernest had reluctantly shared the underlying truth with him—a desperate attempt to shield Linda from further humiliation.


    But even in that moment of vulnerability, Ernest had withheld one crucial detail: the identity of Linda’s unwitting vitor—Robin—whose name now changed everything about the tangled situation.<fnfec4> This content belongs to Find1Novel</fnfec4>


    Eric could follow the tortured logic behind Ernest’s calcted omission. After all, Linda had suffered this vition as direct fallout from Ernest’s business affairs. For any woman, such an experience would leave psychological wounds that might never fully heal.


    This understanding hadpelled Eric to abandon the idea of punishment and leave things to Ernest.


    Beyond mere silence, he had personally coordinated discreet medical care for Linda, ensuring her physical recovery would proceed without public scrutiny.


    Linda possessed undeniable ws, her moralpass often pointing in troubling directions—this assessment remained unchanged in Eric’s mind.


    Yet the brutal sequence of events—her vition followed by the ident that left her paralyzed, both stemming from their family’s business entanglements—could not be dismissed.


    Her current state inspired aplex mixture ofpassion and difort—a fallen adversary whose suffering exceeded any reasonable punishment for her misdeeds.


    Whatever her faults, basic humanity—and the undeniable debt they owed her for their very lives—demanded they not simply discard her like damaged merchandise.


    But now, with Robin’s unwitting role in this tragedy exposed, Eric released a silent, invisible sigh.


    The revtion that Robin—of all people—had been the unknowing instrument of Linda’s vition transformed the ethicalndscapepletely.


    He harbored no illusions that Linda would find closure or forgiveness in this revtion; her hunger for vengeance would only intensify with this newfound knowledge.


    As if summoned by his prediction, Linda’s brittleughter shattered the silence—a sound devoid of mirth yet rich with promise of retribution—while her gaze sliced toward Ernest from beneath loweredshes.


    “Let me ensure I understandpletely,” she whispered with dangerous calm. “That couple—the man vited my body while I was drugged, and the woman subsequently imed the future that rightfully belonged to me. And your…


    “Expectation is what exactly? That I should passively observe from the sidelines? Perhaps even offer congrattory flowers and champagne to celebrate your happiness built upon my suffering?”


    “No, I can’t do it!” Linda shook her head vehemently. “Ernest!” She clung to Ernest’s arm, hot tears running down her cheeks.


    “Break up with Elissa! Right now! You can’t be with her. I won’t allow it.”


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