Having said this, he extended his hand toward the bowl, preparing to remove the lid.

“Ernest!” Elissa’s hand shot out and seized his arm, her face drawn tight with strain. “Did you hear me asking you questions? Answer me! What move? Where are we moving? Answer me right now!”

Her voice shook with raw emotion. Her breathing came in quick, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling with alarming intensity.

“Calm down,” Ernest urged with obvious concern, placing a gentle, reassuring hand on her trembling shoulder.

He had expected exactly this kind of explosive reaction, which explained why he had originally planned to delay telling her until the actual moving day. But now, there was no escaping the inevitable conversation.

With a heavy sigh that seemed to come from deep within his chest, he finally revealed, “We’re moving to the Flynn Mansion.”

The instant those words reached her ears, Elissa’s entire body went rigid, her eyes blazing at Ernest as if he had transformed into her greatest enemy.

Ernest held her fierce stare and compelled himself to continue. “The house there is significantly larger, and the environment is far superior. It’s much more suitable for your recovery and for the baby’s development…”

Before he could complete his explanation, Elissa released a sharp laugh. Her laughter rang out bitter and wild, carrying the weight of profound heartbreak.

“You want me to move to the Flynn Mansion? And what about your precious fiancée?” she demanded with cutting mockery.

“Elissa.” Ernest pressed his fingers against his temples and spoke with strained patience. “I’ve already explained to you—she’s no longer living there.”

“And so what? Huh?” Elissa pressed her hand against her chest, her breathing becoming increasingly labored. “I’m asking you—so what if she’s gone? Do you honestly think I care anymore?”

“Elissa.” Over the past few days, Ernest had humbled himself to unprecedented levels. Even with Hadley watching, he had abandoned all pride in his desperate attempts to appease Elissa.

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He rose from the sofa and dropped to one knee before her, capturing her hand in both of his. “It’s entirely my fault. I swear I won’t make the same mistake again.”

Elissa’s face had drained of all color, her eyes squeezing shut as if she could somehow block out his very existence.

“Come on, Elissa.” Seizing what he hoped was a softer moment, Ernest retrieved the bowl of soup and held it before her. He carefully scooped a spoonful, blew on it with tender care, and lifted it toward her lips. “Just try a small sip. See if you can keep it down.”

“I don’t want it!” Without even glancing at the offering, Elissa swept her hand upward and struck the bowl from his grasp.

The bowl hit the floor with a resounding crash, shattering into countless pieces as soup splashed across the room.

“Elissa!” Ernest seized her arm in panic, frantically examining her for any signs of injury. “Did the soup burn you?”

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