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“Great.” Linda smiled brightly. “I'm going to head back now.”
“Okay.”
As she exited the room and shut the door behind her, the smile quickly faded from Linda's face. Family?
What she truly wanted was not just the title of family, but to genuinely be a part of the Flynn household!
Later in the evening, after getting srest, Linda made her way back to the hospital.
The room was silent, with Ernest asleep on the couch.
Linda first went to check on Eric. He was in a stable condition, and his face looked far healthier than the previous
night, almost as if he were just sleeping.
Her heart pounded in her chest...
Years ago, Ernest was in a similar state...
Could it be that Eric would never wake up?
She gazed at Eric, whispering gently, “Eric, the doctor mentioned you can hear us. So, can you hearnow?
The trip must have worn you out. You've earned a decent rest. I'll let you sleep a little longer, but only a little.
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and pulled through. You'll be alright this ttoo.”
She then walked over to the couch, stooped to pick up a blanket that had fallen to the floor, and draped it over
Ernest.
By chance, her eyes landed on a box on the coffee table.
Her curiosity was piqued.
She paused, then picked it up. It appeared to be holding a pen. Upon opening it, she saw a pencil... a mechanical
one.
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Linda furrowed her brow, perplexed. Why would Ernest purchase a pencil?
Wait a minute, this brand...
It tugged at a faint memory, as if it were a famous brand from Volara. Curious, she grabbed her phone and
began searching.
As she scrolled through the product listing, she spotted an exact match. “A professional designer's drawing
pencil...” Linda murmured, her confusion deepening into a frown.
What use would Ernest have for this? He was a businessman, not a sketch artist.
Unless...
A hunch stirred within her, whispering that this might connect to Locke’s mother—a thread in a larger, hidden
tapestry.
First, there was that concealed tortoiseshell hairpin, and then the secret villa, and now this pencil.
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Keeping her face neutral, she shut the box and returned it to its original spot.
As dusk settled outside, Ernest stirred awake.
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