Chapter 802

Chapter 802:

Pregnant or not, one thing was crystal clear—her time at Silver Villas had an expiration date.

Hadley rose from the bed, left the bedroom, and descended the stairs with purpose.

“Miss Pearson.” Fiona Evans, the housekeeper, glanced up as she finished doing the laundry.

Catching sight of Hadley, Fiona added, “I was about to go upstairs to find you. Mr. Flynn mentioned you skipped breakfast, so he asked me to whip up something for you. Give me a moment—I’ll have it ready in a jiffy.”

Hadley blinked, caught off guard. Eric had left instructions with Fiona before he had gone?

She couldn’t deny it—Eric often doted on her, especially in the little details of daily life, tending to her with a quiet thoughtfulness.

But what did that matter? His kindness wasn’t constant, nor was it reserved for her alone.

She had no appetite for such gestures anymore.

She was done being tangled up in his web.

“No need, Fiona. I’m heading out.” Hadley waved Fiona off and made a beeline for the front door. It was nearly noon, and she had to get back to her apartment on Millland Road.

She went there every day without fail, and today she was already running late. Joy would be pacing with worry.

But the moment Hadley swung the front door open, a tall figure loomed in the entrance.

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“Miss Pearson.”

Hadley’s eyes narrowed. “Theodore?”

She knew him by sight, though they had rarely exchanged words. He was Eric’s bodyguard.

Each of the Flynn brothers had their own bodyguards trailing them. Once upon a time, she’d been puzzled by the need for such protection, but the mystery unraveled when she learned they had been kidnapped when they were little.

But why was Theodore here now?

“Miss Pearson, Mr. Flynn’s orders are clear—you’re to rest at home.” Hadley’s jaw dropped. What was that supposed to mean?

Theodore pressed on, his tone polite yet firm as steel. “If you need anything, just say the word, and I’ll get it done for you.”

His courtesy carried an undercurrent of authority, leaving little room for argument.

Hadley let out a dry, incredulous laugh. “Theodore, level with me—what exactly did Eric say?”

“Well…”

“Spit it out!”

“Mr. Flynn told me to keep a close eye on you. You’re not to step foot outside Silver Villas or see anyone.”

Hadley stood there, speechless. She wasn’t allowed to leave? Was Eric seriously trying to lock her up? On what grounds? By what right did he think he could cage her?

“And if I insist on leaving?”

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