Chapter 35

Chapter 35:

Eric let out a derisive snort.

“Why would she be upset? The divorce papers are already signed. Soon enough we’ll—”

Suddenly, Eric stopped in his tracks, struck by a sudden realization.

Hadley!

He had inadvertently left her at the sanatorium.

“Damn it.”

With a grimace, he shut his eyes, chiding himself for his oversight.

Glancing at his watch, he noted that more than two hours had elapsed.

Surely, she wouldn’t still be there, would she?

It seemed unlikely anyone would wait that long.

“Linda!” Eric spoke hastily. “I need to leave now. Make sure you rest up!”

“Eric, wait.”

Linda attempted to hold him back, to no avail.

Her pulse quickened.

Had Eric mentioned that Hadley had signed the divorce papers? Were they really going through with the divorce after all this time?

Linda’s expression tightened with worry, her thoughts clearly troubled. As Eric rushed down the stairs, he frantically scrolled through his phone for Hadley’s number.

When he tried to call, he was met with her voicemail immediately.

His brow furrowed in determination as he attempted the call once more. Yet, each attempt led to the same unanswered result.

Eric’s voice tightened with irritation, and his brow creased.

“Could her phone be dead?”

Frustrated, he jammed the phone into his pocket.

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“Never mind. She’ll be fine.”

Hadley was capable of looking after herself. Surely, if she grew tired of waiting, she’d find her way home, wouldn’t she?

The day had worn on him, and fatigue was setting in. What he yearned for now was a soothing shower and some downtime.

Just as Eric was about to put away his phone for good, he paused.

“This is more trouble than it’s worth,” he muttered under his breath.

He then decided to make one last call to Silver Villas.

The line rang unanswered until it eventually cut off.

“What now?”

Eric’s scowl intensified. Had Hadley not yet returned home? It was late—impossible she was still at the same place, right?

Surely, she wasn’t that overly optimistic, was she?

In a fit of frustration, he threw his phone onto the couch. He was done trying to sort this out.

He made his way upstairs, longing for the comfort of a hot shower. As the warm water cascaded over him, his thoughts invariably drifted back to Hadley.

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