NovelsFreeChapter 852: Ernest blinked, thrown off. "Why would you think that?" "It must be true!" Locke sniffled, tears threatening to spill again. "Mommy never comes to see me!" He turned over, his back now facing Ernest. He was pouting, clearly hurt.
Ernest opened his mouth to speak, but no words cout.
How could he make his son understand without breaking his heart? Did Elissa love Locke? Ernest honestly didn't know.
People always said a mother's love was instinctive. But what Elissa had with Locke... was different. She hadn't chosen to have him. And after he was born, she left him behind. Maybe, just maybe, she didn't love him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd that, Ernest thought bitterly, was on him.
He was Locke's father as well as the root of Elissa's worst nightmare.
On the bed, Locke had pouted himself to sleep.
Ernest rubbed his temples, then leaned down to tuck the covers around his son.
"Mmm..." Locke mumbled in his sleep, his voice soft and fragile. "Mommy... Mommy..." Ernest's hand froze mid-motion. He heard it clearly. Locke definitely missed her deeply.
Knowing Elissa had moved into the sanatorium, Hadley cby to visit her.
After a tour, she nodded approvingly and remarked, "It's nice here. Peaceful, convenient... and it keeps Robin far away." "Yes. All thanks to Mr. Flynn," Elissa responded.
Hadley sat down and began peeling a tangerine. The soft citrus scent filled the room.
Min opу☐☐☐☐☐☐ at galnov☐☐☐co "Hadley." "Yeah?" "Has Eric contacted you again?" Hadley paused, handing half of the tangerine to her friend. "No." Elissa took it and quietly sighed to herself. She couldn't tell if Eric's silence was a blessing or something else entirely for Hadley.
"He should be back from Laventown by now, right?" she asked again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm not sure. Maybe." Hadley simply shrugged.
"Achoo!" Eric stepped off the plane, sneezing into his hand and wiping his nose.
"Mr. Flynn," Phillips said promptly, offering a coat. "Don't let a cold catch you off guard."
"Got it." Eric slung the coat over his shoulders and made his way out of el the airport.
A planned two-week stint in Laventown had wrapped up injust ten days, bringing him back to Srixby E earlier than anticipated. The sun was still up in Srixby.
Phillips glanced over, seeking direction. "Mr. Flynn, straight to the office, or...?"
Eric eyed the weary faces of the team trailing behind him, the inexhaustion mirroring his own. He waved them off. "Go home, all of you. Rest up." "Thank you, Mr. Flynn!"
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