Chapter 408

Chapter 408:

Ernest didn’t budge. His fingers tightened around the delicate hairpin, his expression dark with frustration.

“Ernest!” Eric stepped in, his tone calm but firm. “It’s definitely here. The other hairpin is somewhere in the garden—we will find it. But your health? That matters more. If you don’t rest, neither will Grandma. Do it for her, alright?”

For the first time since the search began, Ernest hesitated.

A long, tense pause. Then, finally—his shoulders dropped slightly, his fingers loosened, and he gave a small nod.

“Okay.”

“Quick! Take Mr. Flynn back to his room!”

“Grandma, I’ll take care of it,” Eric said, stepping forward.

After ensuring Ernest was settled, Eric stepped out of the room, only to find Linda waiting for him.

“Eric.” Her voice was cold, edged with something dangerous.

“Tell me the truth,” Linda demanded. “Do you know who she is?”

It wasn’t a casual question. It was an accusation, sharp and direct. The two brothers had always been close, sharing everything.

Before the accident, Eric had been the person Ernest trusted most. If anyone knew the truth, it would be him.

Eric hesitated, shaking his head with a helpless sigh.

“I really don’t know. Ernest never mentioned anything.”

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Linda’s eyes narrowed.

“It has to be a misunderstanding,” Eric added. “You know Ernest—he’s not that kind of person.”

Linda scoffed, her expression darkening.

“Not talking, huh? Keeping his secret?

Fine. Keep covering for him. Let’s see how long you can keep this hidden.”

In a huff, Linda exited the room, leaving Eric massaging his forehead in frustration and helplessness.

Did his brother really have someone else on the side?

Eric wouldn’t disclose such a thing to Linda, even if he knew, but in truth, he was clueless.

That evening, tension filled Flynn Mansion; no one could sleep peacefully.

As morning dawned, only Nyla and Ernest gathered around the breakfast table.

Eric had left unusually early, and Linda hadn’t risen from bed.

With a heavy sigh, Nyla placed her utensils down and turned to Ernest.

“Ernest, whatever is happening, I must be just—fair to you, my own grandson. It’s not right to play both sides!”

Ernest said nothing.

“You…” Nyla, still showing favoritism, continued, “There must be a mix-up, I’m sure.”

She gestured toward the second floor.

“Nonetheless, Linda is upset. Please, go talk to her.”

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