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    “You have a corporation of that magnitude to oversee—you’re simply leaving it to operate autonomously?” she asked.


    “It’s under control,” Ernest reassured her, shaking his head slightly. “My brother is managing affairs in my stead.”


    “Your brother?” Savannah paused, realizing he referred to Eric. She was aware there was a bond of upbringing, not blood. “You ce that much trust in Eric?” she asked, unable to mask her surprise.


    “Yes, he is my brother,” Ernest stated, as if that simple fact exined everything. “There is no cause for concern.” Since she was Elissa’s mother, which made her family, he feltpelled to borate.


    “During my extended absence due to mya in previous years, he was the one who maintained stability and kept everything running seamlessly.”


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    His trust in Eric was absolute, rooted in both deep loyalty and practical experience.


    Was that truly possible?


    Savannah privately reflected that even biological siblings seldom demonstrated such unwavering fidelity. It spoke well of the Flynn family’s upbringing.


    She let the thought pass and steered the conversation back to her point.


    “My meaning is that you needn’t dedicate every hour to waiting here. Going forward, you are wee to visit Elissa and Ethan when your schedule permits. Simply notify me beforehand, and I will not obstruct you.”


    “Mrs. Brown—” Ernest’s brow furrowed, clearly dissatisfied with such limited ess.


    “Please, allow me to finish.”


    Savannah had given this considerable thought over the past few days.


    She could see the genuine happiness Elissa derived from Ernest’s presence, yet her own protective instincts prevented her from granting him full rein.


    “My trust in you is notplete,” she stated inly, continuing before he could interject. “Your past carries significantplications. I have refrained from disclosing the full extent of it to Elissa, but that restraint is for her sake, not yours. She has endured enough pain already.”


    “I am aware,” Ernest conceded with a solemn nod.


    And he truly was. He understood the gravity of her positionpletely.


    A soft sound from upstairs interrupted them.


    Elissa had awakened from her nap.


    “Miss Brown?” A maid’s voice carried from the kitchen area. “Mrs. Brown, Miss Brown is awake. Shall I serve the snack?”


    “Yes, please.” Savannah nodded and rose to her feet.


    Since regaining consciousness, Elissa’s health had remained fragile. Her care required meticulous attention, particrly concerning her diet and rest schedule.


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