Chapter 590

Chapter 590:

Everything else could wait—she’d deal with events as they unfolded.

Meanwhile, at Flynn Mansion.

After breakfast, Quentin helped Emest, who was leaning on a cane, into the study.

Lately, he had been trying to move around without the wheelchair. Thanks to his physical therapy, he could now shuffle around with a cane, though his pace remained slow.

“Speak.”

Ernest settled into the sofa, placing the cane beside him. He had sensed Quentin had something important to convey since entering the house.

He had held his tongue in front of Nyla earlier, trying not to worry her.

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.” Quentin instinctively lowered his voice, as if the very act of speaking louder would shatter the fragile atmosphere. “Do you know who hurt Miss Harris?”

A shadow danced in his words, hinting at deeper currents beneath the surface.

Ernest frowned, grappling with the impossible task of reading minds.

How was he supposed to pull a name from thin air?

“Someone I know?”

“Exactly.” Quentin nodded, his expression grave. “It’s Elissa.”

“Elissa?”

The realization hit Ernest like a thunderclap.

Ernest was momentarily paralyzed, his hand clenching tightly on his thigh as a wave of realization washed over him.

The air grew thick with tension.

𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖆: gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⍿ⅽ𝗈𝗺

He fell silent, and Quentin, sensing the weight of the moment, dared not breathe a word.

After what felt like an eternity, Ernest furrowed his brow and finally spoke. “Get the car ready. We’re heading to the police station. And call Cristian.”

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

Once Cristian’s name slipped from Ernest’s lips, Quentin understood the gravity of the situation.

At Silver Villas,

Hadley lingered at the door, her hand trembling slightly before she finally pressed the doorbell.

“Come in.”

Almost immediately, the door swung open, and Eric’s voice echoed through the intercom, as if he had been standing just on the other side, waiting for her arrival.

Drawing in a steadying breath, Hadley exhaled slowly and stepped over the threshold.

“You made it?”

Eric was leaning casually against the hallway wall, arms crossed, nodding toward the floor.

“I’ve got slippers for you.”

“Thank you.”

He turned and made his way into the living room, flopping down on the sofa.

Gone were the tailored suits; today he wore a cozy cashmere sweatshirt paired with smart casual pants. His hair was tousled, bangs brushing his forehead, giving him an air of relaxed charm.

“Take a seat.” Eric gestured to the spot beside him.

Hadley paused, weighing her options, and then made her way to the separate sofa across from him.

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