NovelsFreeChapter 853: "Take care, Mr. Flynn-get srest!" The group scattered, and Eric slid into his car, bound for Silver Villas. Sinking into the seat, fatigue weighed heavily on him.
He had rushed back to Srixby for Hadley just when this business trip had begun-only to be blindsided...
Her actions had pierced him like a dagger to the chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe sting lingered, sharp and deep.
To dull it, he flew back to Laventown and threw himself into work, relentless as if fueled by an endless espresso shot, toiling late into the night...
The tasks finished ahead of schedule, but the ache didn't fade. "Hadley..." Her nechoed silently in his mind, each repetition numbing the hurt a little more.
At Silver Villas, the doorbell chimed while Fiona tackled laundry on the balcony.
"Hold on! I'm coming!" She dashed to the door, figuring Eric must be back. But when it swung open, Nyla stood there instead.
"Mrs. Flynn," Fiona greeted.
"Yes," Nyla replied with a nod, glancing over her shoulder.
Sebastian trailed Nyla, his arms laden with bags.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Hurry up!" Nyla urged as she stepped inside, tossing a question at Fiona. "Where's Hadley?" She scanned the room, not spotting her, and chuckled. “Still in bed, I bet? Pregnancy really knocks you out. Let her rest..." Then she shifted gears. "How's Hadley been eating lately? Still sticking to soup? I brought stop-notch ingredients for you to make soup for her..." Sebastian grinned, hauling the ingredients to the kitchen.
"Mrs. Flynn..." Fiona faltered, caught off guard.
"Alright then," Nyla said, rising with a smile. "I'll peek upstairs at Hadley-quietly, so I don't disturb her." "Mrs. Flynn!" Fiona's palms grew clammy as she stepped in Nyla's way.
"Miss Pearson... she's not... she's not here..." "Not here?" Nyla blinked, startled. "How's that possible? Hadley's got her TV station gig-doesn't her shift start in the afternoon?" "Well..." Fiona shook her head, opting for honesty. “I'm not sure myself. Miss Pearson hasn't been back in days." Nyla's brow creased, a niggling suspicion taking root. "What's going on?" "I..." Fiona kept shaking her head. "I don't know. I just received a notice from Mr. Flynn, saying I don't need to stay here full-tanymore-back to part-thours, like before..." "Is that so?"
Nyla's instincts screamed that something was amiss Clearly, m something had happened.
With no more answers from Fiona, she turned to leave, Okay, seen As she headed out, Nyla pulled out her phone, ready to dial Hadley for clarity. At the gate, Eric's car rolled in.
"Talk about timing!"
Nyla pocketed her phone, waiting as the vehicle stopped
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