Chapter 726

Chapter 726:

Elissa shook her head, staring down at her lap. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

Hadley squeezed her hand. “Then start thinking about it. You’re still so young, Elissa. Don’t let yourself rot in a relationship that’s already dead.”

A few days later, the doctor came in to check on Eric, his practiced gaze assessing him with a hint of approval.

“You can transition to oral medication now,” the doctor announced, shutting off the IV with practiced ease.

Eric, who had been teetering on the edge of boredom for days, immediately straightened. “So, does that mean I can finally get out of here?”

The doctor gave him a knowing look. “Technically, yes. But I’d advise staying a few more days for a safer recovery.”

“No, thanks,” Eric replied, waving a dismissive hand. “Another day in this place, and I might actually fossilize.”

Hadley scoffed, rolling her eyes. Did he think she hadn’t noticed?

Even while hooked up to an IV, Eric had been running his business as if the hospital was just another office. Phillips had practically turned Eric’s hospital room into a temporary headquarters. Eric’s schedule was tighter than his doctor’s!

The doctor sighed in resignation. “Alright, Mr. Flynn, but take your medication on time, avoid anything strenuous, and—most importantly—rest.”

“Understood,” Eric said with a nod, though Hadley could already tell he had no intention of following that last part.

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Phillips left to sort out the discharge paperwork.

Since Eric still wasn’t back to full strength, Nyla suggested he return to the Flynn Mansion, where a team of staff, a private chef, and round-the-clock care would make things easier for him.

But nothing could have prepared Hadley for what awaited them at the mansion. As they stepped inside, Hadley’s eyes landed on a tiny figure darting across the hall—a three-year-old child with big, round eyes. She blinked. A child? Living here? With the Flynn family?

She stared at Eric in surprise, and he simply squeezed her hand, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Yes, that’s why Ernest and Linda have been fighting.”

Hadley opened her mouth—then shut it again.

Lately, Linda had been relentless in her complaints—insisting that Ernest had cheated on her. And now, the truth was out. The child was already three years old—this wasn’t some fleeting mistake or a moment of weakness. This had happened years ago.

Hadley couldn’t help but glance at Ernest, the ever-composed, refined man. So even he was capable of something like this?

Of course, she kept her thoughts to herself. This wasn’t her business, and she had no right to judge.

Still, an unexpected thought crossed her mind—Joy.

Her eyes flickered to Eric. The Flynn brothers sure had something in common. When it came to children, they both seemed to share the same streak of irresponsibility.

Eric, noticing her pointed stare, shifted uncomfortably. “Why are you looking at me like that? Hadley, I swear—you’re the only one for me. I haven’t fathered any children with anyone else!”

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