“Don’t watch this.” With a protective gesture, Eric placed his hand gently over her eyes. “I suspected things might turn violent, which is why I hesitated to bring you.”
Her heart thumping, Hadley faced the other way.
“Enough games in front of Mr. Scott! Will you speak the truth, or must we force your hand?”
“I’ll speak, I swear…”
The agony was so intense for Remy that his sight began to blur. He nodded desperately, his complexion pale. “Someone directed me to do it… I was compensated by them.”
“Who was it?”
Eric’s presence was commanding as he kept his hand on Hadley’s back to shield her from turning back around. His voice was cold, demanding attention without raising his tone.
“It’s…” Wincing from the pain, Remy finally revealed the name. “Linda Harris!”
What?
Eric, taken aback, glanced down at the figure he supported. Hadley, equally shocked, lifted her head to look into his eyes. “Was it really her?”
The realization struck them sharply. Indeed, it had to be her.
Linda was probably the only one who bore such a deep grudge against Hadley.
“Humph.”
Fixing her gaze on Eric, Hadley’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “Did you catch that?”
“I did,” Eric said with a nod.
“What’s your plan?” Hadley’s smile widened. “Or do we just let this slide—like always?”
Eric’s face remained stoic as he caught her drift. “No, I intend to address this appropriately.”
“Really?” Hadley looked doubtful, her nod subtle. “And how will you manage that?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Eric took a moment to think. “We should confront Linda directly to fully uncover the truth, don’t you think?”
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With a scoff, Hadley responded, “Unnecessary! She’s been harboring resentment towards me for ages.”
Jealousy ignited this feud when Nyla favored Hadley with her attention. The situation escalated when Ernest and Eric also started to treat Hadley well.
In Linda’s perspective, she alone was entitled to the Flynn family’s support; they were supposed to accommodate her every need.
“When will you speak with her?” Glancing at her watch, Hadley noted it was just after ten at night—not overly late. “We should head there now.”
“Hadley.” Eric’s expression showed concern. “Isn’t it somewhat late? You’ve been through a lot already…”
“It’s okay! I’m fine.” Hadley’s voice was sharp. “Are you trying to buy time for Linda?”
“That’s not it…”
“If you’re not, then we need to go now!”
Impatience surged within her; she demanded answers without delay.
“Hadley…” Eric wasn’t so sure. However, faced with Hadley’s resolute stance, he reluctantly conceded. “Okay, we’re leaving now.”
Eric gave Cordell a look, who nodded and quickly went to get the car ready.
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