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    “It’s Linda.” Eric finally spoke for her, his sigh barely audible.


    “Elissa’s suffering wasn’t Gifford’s doing alone. Linda yed her part. She even poisoned Hadley once and tried to pin it on someone else.”


    Hadley’s head jerked up, her eyes fixed on Eric.


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    He really had just said it aloud.


    “This…” Cristian’s gaze lingered on each of them in turn.


    Much of their tangled history wasn’t hidden from him.


    Back then, Eric and Ernest never failed to ce Linda above all else. But the tide had shifted. When it came to deciding her fate now, Cristian still required Ernest and Eric’s direct word.


    Eric’s thoughts were in enough—but Ernest’s were less certain.


    “What’s with that look?” Ernest’s brow furrowed, a bitterugh stirring inside him.


    “Whatever Eric and Hadley want, I’ll stand by it.”


    “Very well.” Cristian straightened his posture, resolve hardening.


    “I understandpletely.”


    Afterward, he turned to Hadley with a small smile.


    “Miss Pearson, let me handle this matter. You can put your mind at ease. Still…” He gave her a gentle reminder.


    “The legal process won’t be swift. It may take considerable time. I will, however, keep you updated at every step.”


    “Okay.” Hadley released a long breath and gave a firm nod.


    Waiting wasn’t the problem—years had already slipped by. What truly haunted her was the thought that justice might nevere.


    At her side, Eric lowered his eyes, noticing the redness around hers. All the guilt in the world could not mend the hollow space inside his chest.


    Cristian soon excused himself and left.


    Hadley made her way back to Crimson House, while Eric chose a different path, joining Ernest in the second-floor study.


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    Before long, Quentin and Xander showed up one after another.


    They went straight upstairs and rapped on the study door.


    “Come in.”


    Inside, Eric and Ernest were already waiting.


    Quentin entered first, with Xander trailing him. The sharp scent of smoke drifted past—Ernest had a cigarette in hand.


    Eric sat quietly on the sofa, untouched by the haze.


    Smoking was a habit Ernest rarely indulged in. Each time he did, Elissa was at the center of it. With Gifford’s arrest weighing on him, he had reached for the cigarettes once more.


    “Mr. Flynn.”


    A thin trail of smoke rose as Ernest bnced a cigarette between his fingers, tapping ash into the tray.


    “You’ve heard about Gifford being taken in?” he asked quietly.


    “Yeah.” Quentin gave a short nod.


    Drawing in several drags, Ernest let the smoke pour slowly from his nose.


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