Chapter 593

Chapter 593:

Their talk had barely ended, yet Elissa was already calling with news of her release.

Hadley answered the call without hesitation. “Elissa! Hey.”

“Oh, Hadley,” Elissa said, relief flooding through her until tears streamed freely. “I’m finally out. Thank you!”

Who else but Hadley would have come to her rescue?

Following the chaos, even contacting Robin had become impossible. Elissa doubted he’d lift a finger even if the authorities needed someone to identify her remains.

“You don’t owe me a thing.”

At last, a weight lifted from Hadley’s chest. This happened because of me. Now, just head home and rest up, and we’ll catch up later when you’re stronger.”

“Got it. I’ll call you later, Hadley!”

Elissa ended the call and turned toward the bus stop, her pace quickening, her heart lighter than it had been in days.

Across the street, beneath the shade of an old oak, Ernest observed quietly from inside his parked car as Elissa disappeared among the crowd.

Quentin said carefully, “Sir, should we get going now?”

“Yes.”

With a faint nod, Ernest shifted his attention away.

Quentin continued, “Mr. Flynn, throughout this entire mess, her husband never bothered to appear. Perhaps we should—”

“No need.” Ernest interrupted before Quentin could finish.

His expression betrayed no emotion, his voice neutral but final. “As long as she’s unharmed, what she chooses to do from now on is none of my business. Am I clear?”

𝔾𝔸𝕃ℕ𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕃𝕊.ℂ𝕆𝕄 = 𝕆𝔽𝔽 ℂ𝕀𝔸𝕃

Quentin’s shoulders tensed slightly, a chill running down his spine.

“Perfectly clear, sir.”

On Irondeer Road, at FOUR Hours.

“Mr. Flynn, please take a look…”

The store clerk cheerfully led the way, followed by Hadley, who had just changed clothes.

Following their earlier chat, Eric had practically dragged her here, determined to have her select something she actually liked. The outfit she currently wore was the one he had picked personally.

Linda always leaned toward graceful, ladylike elegance, but the style Hadley wore now was relaxed and effortlessly refined, with subtle touches of charm.

“You’re stunning.” He squeezed Hadley’s hand, his smile deepening.

“I knew this would suit you. Are you happy with it?”

“Well… yes.”

Although Hadley was reluctant to admit it, she actually liked what she wore right now.

Part of her wanted to disagree and prove him wrong, yet the truth was undeniable—he had genuinely chosen well this time.

“Really? That’s great.”

Sliding an arm gently around her waist, Eric drew her near, openly…

Pleased and entirely self-satisfied.

“Told you I knew your taste. You never give me enough credit.”

However, Eric wasn’t completely innocent here.

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