Chapter 769

Chapter 769:

“I did.” Ernest let out a deep sigh, looking both drained and resigned. “But you know what kind of situation Elissa is in. She has no one. If I don’t step in, her husband will kill her.”

Hearing this, Eric opened his mouth, but then closed it. What could he even say? Could he tell Ernest to just walk away?

Elissa was Locke’s mother. Even just for Locke’s sake, Ernest simply couldn’t ignore her.

Furthermore, Elissa was indeed struggling hard. And Ernest was partly to blame for her current predicament!

At the TV station.

Because of conflicting schedules, Hadley had been coaching the artists individually throughout the day.

They had then agreed on a time to rehearse together in the evening.

But one person was missing—Linda.

She hadn’t arrived when she was supposed to.

Everyone was left waiting for her.

One staff member from the production team, Tessie Ruiz, called her, and Linda picked up.

“Linda, the rehearsal is starting soon. Are you running late? Should we reschedule?”

“I’m sorry.” Linda’s voice carried genuine regret. “Filming on set didn’t go well today. I’m on my way and won’t delay the rehearsal! Just wait a little longer! Dinner’s on me tonight!”

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“We’ll be waiting then.”

Since Linda had already said she was on her way, Hadley and the others had no choice but to wait.

Just as Linda ended the call, her phone rang again.

“Hello?”

It was the private detective she had hired.

“Miss Harris, I’ve been tracking Mr. Flynn. He’s been visiting a certain place frequently. There are servants coming and going, and a woman is staying there. But security is tight—I couldn’t get any photos.”

“Understood. Send me the address.”

After ending the call, the private detective wasted no time and sent the address—Westgate Avenue.

Linda clenched her teeth. “Change of plans. Take me to Westgate Avenue instead!” she ordered the driver.

At Westgate Avenue, Eric’s expression was tense as he studied Ernest. “What are you planning to do about Elissa? You don’t… have other intentions, do you?”

Ernest met his gaze with a sharp look. “What intentions could I possibly have? What happened between us back then was a pure accident. I’m only helping her because of Locke.”

He paused for a few seconds and then continued, “She doesn’t know it’s me. Once her eyes recover, I’ll settle things with Robin for her, and that will be all I can do for her.”

Locke might never be able to live with his mother, but at the very least, she deserved to live in peace.

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