Chapter 661

Chapter 661:

“I’ll step away to handle this call.”

“Very well.”

Swiveling on his heel, Eric answered the call, his countenance shadowed with displeasure. “Ernest, where on earth are you?”

“I’m already at the hospital, just moments from her floor,” came the reply. “Alright.”

Eric ended the call with a flick of his thumb and strode purposefully toward the elevator. His eyes quickly caught sight of Ernest and…

Quentin emerged from the elevator.

“Eric.” Ernest inclined his head in greeting, his poised and sophisticated features betraying a trace of weariness.

“How is Linda faring? Is she out of danger?”

“Ernest.” Eric fixed his brother with a steady gaze, sidestepping the question entirely. Instead, he countered, “Kira mentioned you stepped out this afternoon. Care to enlighten me on what’s been occupying your time lately?”

Ernest’s expression stiffened, and his lips formed a tight line as he paused.

“Eric…”

He couldn’t find the right words.

“Ernest…” Eric felt a cold sense of apprehension. “What is it? Why can’t you just say it?”

Ernest kept silent, refusing to speak.

“Ernest!” Eric’s voice rose, tinged with frustration. “Won’t you tell me?” He guessed, asking, “Did you disappoint Linda somehow?”

Ernest’s reaction was telling—his eyes darted away, seeming to confirm Eric’s suspicions.

𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 ➤ gⱯ︎𝗅︎𝗇︎𝗈︎ν︎𝖊︎𝗅︎𝘀︎⸱ⅽ︎𝗈︎𝗆

“Ernest!” Eric, shocked by the implications, moved closer and lowered his tone. “Talk to me!”

“Eric…” Ernest seemed tormented, his face contorted with hesitation.

“Ernest!”

At that moment, Quentin intervened, pulling Eric back gently. “Mr. Flynn, please, your brother knows what he’s doing. Please don’t press him.”

“Am I pressing him?”

Eric’s expression creased with worry as he stared at his brother. “Ernest, you don’t have to involve me in your private affairs, but please, be sure of your actions!” He gestured toward the hospital ward.

“Today, Linda just fainted due to low blood sugar. What if it’s worse next time? If something serious happens to her, will you still not be there for her?”

Ernest’s expression darkened upon hearing this, and he fell silent, seemingly lost for words.

Eric observed his brother quietly, his initial confusion and dissatisfaction giving way to a sense of helplessness.

“I’ve said what I needed to say as your brother—go check on Linda. She was asking for you.”

With those words, Eric left the hospital ward decisively.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin turned to look at Ernest, who was silent, and suggested, “Maybe you should confide in your brother? He is your most trusted person, and his involvement could simplify things with Miss Harris.”

“Stop.”

Ernest frowned deeply, looking at his assistant. “I have my strategy for handling this.”

“Of course.” Quentin closed his mouth immediately, knowing better than to push further.

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