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    After lunch, Elissa drifted into a deep sleep.


    Dreams overtook herpletely, and she eventually jolted awake with tears already streaming down her face.


    Even after opening her eyes, she couldn’t shake the heavy sadness weighing on her chest. More tears spilled as she tried to steady her breathing.


    Once she took in the quiet room, the emptiness around her only deepened her loneliness.


    Her first thought was simple and anxious—where did Ernest go?


    Earlier that afternoon, Ernest had stayed by her side until his phone suddenly started ringing. He stepped out of the room so the sound wouldn’t disturb Elissa’s rest.


    Cristian was the one calling him.


    “Mr. Flynn…” Cristian didn’t waste a moment as he delivered his report with crisp efficiency.


    “That works,” Ernest replied, and he added in an even tone, “Monitor her closely. Don’t give her the chance to request medical parole.”


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    “Yes, Mr. Flynn. Her funds are locked, and I’ll handle the rest properly.”


    “I appreciate the effort.”


    The call ended, and a subtle hint of satisfaction appeared on Ernest’s face.


    By nature, Ernest kept his emotions muted, never allowing his preferences to re too strongly.


    Only his family ever drew genuine warmth from him. Elissa alone held a ce beyond that—she was the love he cherished more than anything.


    As for negative feelings, he rarely bothered with them at all. Anyone who displeased him simply became irrelevant in his eyes.


    However, Linda was different—she remained the only person he genuinely despised and the target of his deepest resentment.


    She hade perilously close to shattering his world. The damage reached so deep that even the people he loved the most had nearly been torn apart by her choices. All that fury belonged to her and no one else.


    There was a time when he regarded her with gratitude for saving his life. That feeling had rotted away until only bitterness remained.


    A twisted sympathy flickered in his thoughts when he remembered her illness. It felt like a cruel joke. If her days were numbered, when would she ever make up for what she had done?


    He sometimes prayed that fate would not be merciful. Only a long stretch of hardship could even begin to quench the anger inside him.


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