“No need for that.” Robin chuckled. “It really wasn’t a big deal.”

He kept his phone to his ear, unaware that someone nearby hadn’t taken their eyes off him the entire time.

Linda.

The moment he burst in, Linda froze, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her. But the longer she looked, the more certain she became.

That face—she could never forget it.

It was burned into her memory like a scar.

And now, that same man was standing just a few steps away from her.

“Miss Harris?” The caregiver leaned closer, noticing the sudden change in her expression. “Are you feeling okay?”

Linda didn’t respond. Her gaze stayed locked on Robin, her eyes wide. She whispered under her breath, “Elissa…” She just heard him say that name.

“Elissa? Which Elissa? Could it be… Elissa Holland?”

Her hands trembling, Linda lifted her phone and snapped a photo of Robin. Then she turned to the caregiver, her voice shaky. “Jane.”

“Yes, Miss Harris?”

“Take me back to my room.”

“But… it’s still raining—”

“I said take me back to my room!” Linda snapped, her voice sharp with panic.

“Okay, okay.” The caregiver didn’t dare argue again and quickly wheeled her out, straight through the rain. ? ? ? ?s, ?s? s find?novel.net

By the time they reached the room, Linda was soaked and trembling.

“Miss Harris, you’ll catch a cold like this. I’ll run a hot bath for you,” the caregiver said gently as she headed for the bathroom.

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But Linda barely heard her. Her mind was a mess. Her fingers clenched around her phone. She wanted to confirm what she was thinking—but she didn’t have Elissa’s contact details.

Should she call Ernest? No. He’d never tell her the truth.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she opened her contacts and dialed a number.

While it was still morning in Ontmond, night had already fallen in Srixby.

Eric had just finished his work in the study. He closed his laptop and stretched, ready to head to bed.

His phone lit up. It was Linda calling. Eric frowned at the screen and let the call ring out. A moment later, a message came through. “I need to talk to you. Answer the phone.”

He read it, then typed back, “If you need something, talk to Ernest. That’s what we agreed on.”

He locked his phone and was about to walk out of the study when it vibrated again.

This time, she had sent a photo.

Eric hesitated, then opened it.

The image showed a man’s profile—just one side of his face—but it was enough. He recognized Robin immediately.

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