Then she laughed—high, sharp, and bitter.
“And you know what’s funny? All those years, Hadley never got a single cent. But did she ever say anything about it?”
Back then, Hadley barely had any contact with the Flynn family. Eric didn’t like her—he was distant and cold—but even so, they stayed loosely in touch. The contact was rare, and she never brought it up with him.
Eric frowned, trying to understand why Hadley had kept quiet.
“That’s because…” Linda laughed, wild and unhinged. Her eyes gleamed with something dark. “She felt guilty. She killed my child. She’s a murderer. Everything happening to her now? That’s karma.”
“Oh dear…” Nyla clutched her chest, shaking her head. “Hadley was at fault for that incident, yes. But Linda—losing your child didn’t change your standing in the Flynn family. And Hadley had a child too. She was pregnant with Joy back then. You cut off her money—how was she supposed to survive? Oh dear…”
Her words echoed exactly what Eric had been thinking.
“Isn’t that just right?”
Linda’s sneer twisted into something cruel. “She killed my child. Karma always comes back.”
Her voice grew louder. Her emotions spiraled.
“She and her daughter should suffer. Let them live hard lives. Don’t you dare blame me! None of this is my fault!” She raised her chin. Her voice cracked. “They’re suffering, but my baby is gone. Gone!”
“Oh dear…”
Nyla’s breathing grew shallow. Her chest tightened.
“Grandma!” Eric stepped forward, holding her up. “Where’s your medicine?”
“In the drawer…” Nyla tapped his hand. “Push me inside.”
“Alright.”
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“Grandma.”
He found the medicine, poured water into a glass, and helped her take it.
“Feeling better? I’ll call the doctor—”
“No need.” Nyla waved a hand. “It’s just a bit of shortness of breath. The medicine will do, and I will be fine. A doctor would say the same thing—I’ve lived with this long enough to know.”
“Alright.” Eric pulled out a chair. “I’ll sit with you. You just rest and catch your breath.”
Nyla nodded and glanced toward the terrace, sighing.
“Hadley made a mistake. But I don’t believe she meant to. She was too young, and she and Linda never got along. Arguments were bound to happen… Still, she’s not malicious. Her grandmother and I were close. I watched that girl grow up.”
“Grandma, you don’t have to explain.” Eric gave a quiet nod. “I understand.”
“Really?” Nyla looked surprised. He hadn’t been like this before. But then she understood. “You’ve changed. You used to put your brother and Linda in front of everything…”
She had once believed it was just brotherly affection. Now she saw it for what it was—Eric repaying a debt.
She took his hand and gave it a gentle pat. Then she asked, “Ernest told me… that you and Hadley are living together now?”
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