Chapter 3 Asking For Money From Him

Upon seeing Hadley on the couch, Eric’s expression grew sharp with annoyance. “Why wasn’t the door answered?”

Silently, Hadley muttered to herself, “I lacked the strength to even get up,” but she left her thoughts unspoken, simply shaking her head in response.

Hadley was acutely aware that any attempt to explain herself would merely be seen as an excuse by Eric.

To someone who harbors disdain for you, even the act of breathing could seem like a fault.

Overwhelmed by an uncomfortable feeling, Hadley went directly to the heart of the matter. “What brings you here?”

She thought he wanted nothing to do with her.

“Do you actually think I came here willingly?”

With a sneer, Eric made no effort to mask his contempt as he glanced coldly at Hadley. “Grandma sent me to escort you to the airport.”

That was how things stood.

Hadley asked herself bitterly, “Why did I even harbor any hope?”

“Is your luggage upstairs?”

The impatience in Eric’s voice was unmistakable. Spending even a moment with Hadley was clearly something he found almost unbearable.

Hadley nodded, but then quickly added, “It’s upstairs, but I haven’t finished packing yet…

She had planned to finish packing the previous night, but overwhelming sickness had caused her to fall asleep prematurely.

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A shadow crossed Eric’s face as his irritation flared. “You’ve had all day and still haven’t managed to pack your bags?”

He fixed a stern gaze on Hadley, who appeared bewildered and unresponsive. Eric guessed bitterly. “Is she trying to delay her departure?”

“Don’t just stand there; get moving and finish your packing!”

“Alright,” Hadley responded with a vacant nod, turning to ascend the stairs swiftly.

Making her way up, Hadley felt each step caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She sensed that something was amiss. Hesitantly, she touched her forehead.

It was unmistakably hot, her breathing labored as if each breath scorched her lungs.

Clearly, she was running a fever.

was probably a result of

cold medicine in her room. Just as she

pregnancy, she knew she couldn’t

the baby, she felt a responsibility

“Ugh…”

wave of nausea hit Hadley hard, causing her to

hurried to the bathroom, where she retched

tap, rinsed her mouth, and splashed

“Hadley!”

raspy, echoed with a note of

waiting, he had come upstairs to check

she still wasn’t ready, he demanded, “Hadley, what’s taking

dabbing her face

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complexion sehen, hay voice a falné

she whispered “Might i request to leave a

to precarious that she worried about becoming sick

fall ill on the plane, she would be

Eric asked, his expression clouding, with

I

to see linda at the boughtal, and had

he truly have such a low opinion

you think… Hadley replied, her eyes widering when the

her tears.

feel very sick. I need to consult

interjected sharply, not allowing her to

her face briefly before a slight smirk appeared. “Feigning illness

lost a child and is still in the hospital, while you’re here, perfectly upright! You’ll cope. It’s not the

words, her

to the closet to retrieve the already

buy what you need when you get there! It’s all

the suitcase and

quivered as pain gripped her heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, which she smeared

as well

here or somewhere foreign,

seemed invisible

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Phillips Brown, took care of the

Phillips said as he handed her the passport and boarding pass. “Please call Mrs. Flynn upon your landing. Your

each month.”

responded with a subdued nod, “I

then proceeded through the

Hadley was hunched over in bed, too terrified

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

forceful knocking jolted the door. Outside, her fat, middle–aged landlord shouted, “Senorita! Are you there?

shut, and shook her head, silently wishing the landlord would

a while, it seemed the landlord finally gave up. “Thinking you can

“It’s getting late.

ceased, and the sound of the landlord’s footsteps slowly faded

her hands away from her ears, breathing out a lengthy sigh of

to avoid the landlord today, but the question of what to

pulling her phone from beneath her pillow, Hadley scrolled through her

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