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    “Mommy, I’m not tired.”


    “I’m not tired either.”


    With no choice, Hadley brought out the iPad and found a cartoon.


    “Only two episodes, alright? After that, we’ll y together.”


    “Okay, Mommy.”


    “Okay, Auntie Hadley.”


    Once the little ones were content, Hadley leaned back, allowing herself a moment of rest while keeping thempany.


    Meanwhile, Eric was still under treatment.


    The doctor who had been tending to him apanied them on the flight and, after another examination, set up an IV drip. Across from him, Ernest sat frowning.


    “You really have the worst luck—always ending up hurt. Try not tond yourself in trouble again.”


    Eric shook his head, brushing it off.


    “This isn’t bad luck, just a minor injury. What’s more surprising is what Locke and Joy went through.”


    His voice trailed as he exchanged a nce with Ernest.


    “Who would have thought Andrea actually sold them off?”


    ording to Ellis, selling children to mountain vigers who wanted heirs to carry on their family names was, disturbingly, considered the “kindest” fatepared to the horrors the crime ring usually inflicted.


    “Indeed.” Ernest’s brows furrowed.


    “It was unexpected… perhaps Gifford’s arrest had something to do with it?”


    Eric nodded in agreement.


    “That’s highly possible.”


    With Gifford imprisoned, his situation was grim. Blood had been shed under his orders, and his chances of survival were slim. With their leader in chains, the rest of the organization had begun to fracture.


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    “Still…” Eric’s tone grew heavier.


    “Gifford hasn’t confessed to anything.”


    That was the problem. Despite mountains of evidence, much of it was circumstantial, and without a confession, conviction remained elusive. So long as


    He kept silent—and with a goodwyer, he could keep evading justice. The brotherspsed into brooding silence.


    Hadley joined them, her gaze drifting to Eric’s IV before she quietly sat down.


    After a moment, she spoke a single name.


    “Letty Benson…”


    She continued softly, “If we can find her, everything might fall into ce.”


    Andrea had admitted she acted under her sister’smand. That meant Letty was the key. The trouble was, Letty had yet to surface—her whereabouts remained aplete mystery.


    Hadley sighed.


    “The only problem is… we have no idea where to begin.”


    That afternoon, they finally arrived back in Srixby.


    At the entrance of the Flynn Mansion, N had been pacing restlessly, craning her neck for a glimpse of the cars.


    “Why aren’t they back yet?” she muttered.


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