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    And when Hadley set her mind to something, she never dyed. The very next morning, she reached out to a nner.


    And because it was for Ernest Flynn, no nner in the industry dared to put in anything less than their best.


    By the end of the day, multipleplete proposal ns sat neatly on Hadley’s desk.


    Hadley reviewed them and found each one promising. That evening, when Ernest returned home, she gave him the folder. “Choose whichever one feels right.”


    But after skimming through the ns, Ernest frowned and closed the folder.


    “None?” Hadley stared in disbelief. “There are five full ns—none of them suit you?”


    “No.” Ernest shook his head once more.


    “Let me take a look.” Eric took the folder and flipped through it, muttering, “They all seem fine. What’s the issue?”


    Eric nced at Hadley. “Honestly, proposals all follow the same form anyway—it’s the intention that counts.”


    When he proposed to Hadley, there had been novish disy. His sincerity was proven through the assets he entrusted to her already.


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    And in Ernest’s situation, N had already traveled to Ontmond to personally deliver the family’s proposal token.


    Her visit alone was practically a proposal in its own right.


    “Besides,” Eric added, “all of these are romantic. What’s missing?”


    “It’s not that anything’s wrong with them,” Ernest said. “They simply aren’t right for me.”


    “Not right?” Eric and Hadley exchanged baffled nces. How could a proposal be wrong?


    “Yes.” Ernest met both their eyes. “Elissa isn’t like Hadley.”


    When Eric proposed to Hadley, it had been intimate—just the two of them, as it should be.


    But Elissa was different—her memories lost, everything still delicate.


    Elissa had never voiced it, but he knew—she cared intensely about how others saw her now.


    Eric finally understood. “So you’re saying…”


    “I want a celebration full of life,” Ernest said. “I want everyone to know we’re tying the knot.”


    And suddenly everything clicked—Ernest wanted to give Elissa something undeniable, something public, something safe.


    “Got it,” Eric responded, a knowing grin tugging at his lips. “You want it grand—loud enough for everyone to hear.”


    “Exactly.” In Ernest’s mind, the more extravagant, the better.


    “So how do we pull that off?” Hadley mused, tapping her chin. “Invite half of Srixby?”


    Or perhaps stream it live to the whole world?


    For something that massive, they’d need a solid justification.


    It was clear the n needed aplete overhaul.


    The three of them discussed the matter in secret—Elissa had no idea.


    She had been living at Flynn Mansion for some time and was slowly settling into the new rhythm.


    Most days she helped care for Ethan or kept Hadley and Npany.


    And each afternoon, when Locke returned from school, she always made time to y with him.


    Once Ernest wrapped up thepany transition, he tried to be home as often as he could.


    Even on busy days, he returned for lunch—or had someone bring Elissa to him.


    Compared to her peaceful routine in Ontmond, Elissa’s life here felt almost bustling.


    But today was different.


    Ernest didn’t hurry to work. After they dropped Locke and Joy at school, he drove Elissa to the hospital.


    He wanted to be beside her for her scheduled check-up.


    Apart from the injury to her ventricles, Elissa had no serious conditions—but her body remained fragile. Routine check-ups were essential.


    Once the tests were done, Elissa slipped into the dressing room to change back into her own clothes.


    The doctor turned to Ernest. “No need to worry, Mr. Flynn—Miss Hond is doing well.”


    “Good,” Ernest murmured, though hesitantly. After a pause, he lowered his voice. “And… given her condition, would intimacy pose a problem?”


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