Chapter 115

Chapter 115:

The nurses could handle it, no doubt, but Nyla found a rare kind of peace in Hadley’s familiar touch, like a warm blanket on a chilly evening.

“Hadley, you’re an absolute angel,” Nyla murmured, now snug in clean pajamas, her spirits lifted like a kite on a breezy afternoon. She gave Hadley’s hand a gentle pat, her eyes softening. “But look at you—skinny as a rail! You’re running yourself ragged looking after me.”

“No sweat off my back.” Hadley shot back with a playful grin. “I’ve always been this thin.”

Hadley scooped up the bundle of dirty laundry with a deft hand. “I’ll drop these off with the nurse.”

“Alright, dear,” Nyla replied, her voice a soft echo in the quiet room.

No sooner had Hadley stepped out than her phone buzzed to life on the bedside table, rattling against the wood.

Nyla’s eyes darted to the screen, where the name “Lawyer Mr. Haywood” glowed like a beacon.

Cristian Haywood? Wait a second! Could that be the same Cristian Haywood she knew?

Cristian was a big fish in Srixby’s legal pond, the Flynn family’s go-to man for all things law and order. Why on earth was he ringing up Hadley?

Cristian didn’t take just any case—he was the kind people called when the stakes were sky-high. Was Hadley caught up in some kind of mess?

Why hadn’t Hadley breathed a word of it?

Nyla’s mind churned. Hadley had no kin to speak of and had always leaned on the Flynn family. What kind of trouble could have possibly snared her?

With her curiosity piling up, Nyla made up her mind in a heartbeat. She snatched Hadley’s phone from the bedside table and answered the call.

“Hello, Hadley,” came the voice on the other end, smooth as polished glass. “I was wondering when you might have a moment to spare. The divorce papers have been gathering dust on my desk, and we need your signature to tie up the property transfers and alimony arrangements once and for all.”

Nyla held her tongue, her face clouding over as the words sank in deeper than she had expected.

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“Hello? Hadley, are you there? Can you hear me?” The voice pressed, tinged with patience.

Nyla didn’t utter a peep. Instead, she ended the call with a firm press of her thumb, her thoughts racing.

Without missing a beat, she reached for her phone and punched in Eric’s number, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as the line began to ring.

“Grandma?” Eric’s voice filtered through the phone, tinged with confusion from his cluttered office. “Is everything okay?”

“You’ve really done it this time!” Nyla’s voice was shaking with anger. “Get over here now!”

With that, she ended the call.

Just then, Hadley reentered the room after dropping off the dirty laundry, only to find Nyla visibly upset. “Grandma, what’s happened? Are you not feeling well?”

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