Chapter 120

Chapter 120:

Hadley continued softly, tears starting to form in her eyes, “All I want is to find someone who genuinely loves me. I want to experience being truly cared for. Please, grant me this chance at real happiness.”

Tears began to well up in Nyla’s eyes as she looked down. “It’s my fault.”

It was a well-known secret in Srixby that Nyla’s grandsons both fancied the same woman, a topic often whispered about.

Nyla had always favored pairing Hadley with Eric for reasons of her own. She didn’t want the Flynn family to be ridiculed or embroiled in scandal. Finding Eric a different partner seemed the best solution. Ultimately, Nyla’s efforts led to their marriage, but it had eventually turned sour.

Now, as an older woman, Nyla felt remorseful watching their marriage crumble into resentment.

Choking back tears, she said, “I’m so sorry, I’ve wronged you. How will I face your grandmother when my time comes?”

“Nyla…”

Hadley offered a tissue to dry her tears.

“So, will you let us divorce?”

Pausing for a moment, Nyla then inquired, “Is there truly no chance for reconciliation? Didn’t you once have deep feelings for him?” While Nyla had her own motives, she always adored Hadley and believed they were a good match.

“Yes, I once cared for him deeply,” Hadley acknowledged, but then added resolutely, “But him leaving me alone to fend for myself in Blathe for four years changed everything. My feelings for him have…”

“Completely vanished.”

Upon hearing Hadley’s mention of those four years, Nyla’s expression hardened noticeably, and any lingering tears dried. She realized Hadley was serious, not merely pretending.

“Alright, if you’ve made up your mind…”

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Nyla took a deep breath and nodded, glancing toward the bathroom.

“Eric, were you listening?”

Startled, Hadley looked up. Eric was here as well?

She turned and saw Eric stepping out of the bathroom, approaching them.

He had spent the night and was taking a shower before he changed and got back to work when Hadley arrived.

Surely, he had overheard everything.

Eric approached, addressing his grandmother as he drew closer. Meanwhile, Hadley, troubled, kept her gaze lowered, her forehead creased with concern.

Nyla reached out, gently touching Hadley’s hand. “Now that Eric is here, I must ask you once more. Did you sincerely mean everything you just said?”

“Yes,” Hadley responded firmly, without any hesitation.

Eric’s expression darkened at her confirmation, a tight feeling emerging in his chest.

Nyla exhaled heavily.

“In light of this, Eric, I consent to the divorce.”

Caught off guard, Eric struggled to process the swift resolution.

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