Chapter 409

Chapter 409:

“Okay,” Ernest responded, nodding slowly.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Nyla expressed her relief.

“Linda has been loyal to you for years. It’s unfair to disappoint her now.”

She signaled to the caretaker.

“Please assist him to Linda’s room.”

“Right away.”

At Linda’s door, the caretaker positioned Ernest and knocked.

“Miss Harris, Mr. Flynn wishes to speak with you.”

There was no response for a long time.

After a pause, the caretaker turned the doorknob.

“Mr. Flynn, it seems the door is unlocked.”

“Okay,” Ernest said with a nod, indicating the caretaker could go.

“I’ll be right outside.”

With another nod, Ernest opened the door and wheeled himself into the room. The room was dimly lit, with the curtains closed. Ernest adjusted to the darkness as he wheeled closer to the bed.

Linda was turned away from him, lying still, seemingly unaware of his presence. Ernest tightened his grip on the wheelchair, his voice shaky as he said,

“I’m… so… sorry.”

Linda’s eyes snapped open at his words, her gaze quivering, yet she didn’t move.

𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗏𝗲𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖋𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝚌𝗼𝗺

From behind her, Ernest continued hesitantly,

“Please… don’t be… mad.”

Still without a response, Ernest attempted to stand, his hands clutching the wheelchair tightly.

“What are you doing?”

Feeling that something was off, Linda quickly turned and caught him just as he was about to lose his balance.

They found themselves in a close embrace.

“I’m… sorry,” he murmured near her ear.

Feeling overwhelmed, Linda’s eyes welled up with tears.

“If you regret it, why did it happen?”

Ernest replied, shaking his head.

“What are you trying to tell me?”

Surprised, Linda responded,

“You’re saying it’s not as I suspected?”

“Yes,” Ernest said with a slow nod.

“Then…”

Hesitant, Linda almost voiced her next question—then who was the woman?

Recalling his previous day’s distress, she held back.

She chose to move past it.

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