Chapter 33 Being Late On

Purpose

It was Monday today.

Mondays were Hadley’s days off, as Galant typically saw less business.

With free time available, Hadley chose to visit Nyla.

Nyla’s health was improving significantly; she was fully conscious and gradually regaining strength.

Together with a caregiver, Hadley assisted Nyla out of bed and wheeled her into the garden to soak up some sunlight.

“Hadley.” Nyla exhaled deeply, grasping Hadley’s hand. “I will always remember your kindness, dear.”

“I did what I felt was necessary for you,” Hadley responded, offering a soft smile as she shook her head gently.

Nyla squeezed her hand. “And I’ll never forget it.”

Tears welled up in Nyla’s eyes, her voice breaking. “My biggest regret is how I left you on your own these pas. years…”

“Nyla.” Hadley quickly pulled out a tissue to dab at the older woman’s tears. “That’s behind us now. I’m doing

well, aren’t I?”

“Of course.” Nyla affirmed with a reassuring smile. “You will always be part of my family, as Eric’s wife.”

Hadley’s face showed a moment of uncertainty.

She then decided to leave it to Eric to break the news of their divorce to Nyla however he saw fit.

She knelt to gently massage Nyla’s calf. “I don’t have work today. I’ll stay with you tonight, is that alright?”

“That would be wonderful.”

Just then, the caregiver approached. “Mrs. Flynn, you have a call,” she said, offering Nyla the phone.

“Thank you.”

Nyla accepted it and noticed Eric was on the line.

“Grandma.”

“What’s happening?” Nyla asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Linacre Lake now? Don’t worry about checking

in if you’re busy.”

“That’s not why I’m calling this time, Grandma,” Eric responded, his voice light with amusement.

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Chapter 33 Being Late On Purpose

He continued, slightly amused. “I’m actually calling to see if you could have someone look for a manila envelope. I may have left it there.”

Eric had been spending nights at the sanatorium to be close to Nyla, often bringing work with him, which explained why he thought he might have left it there.

took on a grave

need it immediately?”

a meeting tonight. Could you please look for

“Certainly.”

a professional herself, Nyla understood the importance

to Hadley.

checking inside my room for a

“Of course.”

her way

up a C4–sized manila envelope. “Is

Nyla accepted the envelope, examined its contents, and then reconnected with Eric on the phone. “It’s here. I’ve got it.”

Relief was evident in Eric’s voice as he responded over the phone. “Grandma, can you

sent to me?”

Nyla consented and

search her contacts to make another call, she paused,

Hadley.

come here for a

“What is it?”

these documents urgently. I trust no one but

tapped the envelope, her voice lowering. “These papers contain sensitive

weighing

might be an attempt

because she wasn’t ready to face Eric again,

she couldn’t express her true feelings to Nyla about her strained

finally agreed, her voice tense as she accepted

to deliver a package. She planned to hand it off to Eric

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in any

my girl.” Nyla expressed, pleased, her smile broadening. “First, let’s sit down for some refreshments

sun before you

that evening. “It might be better for them to meet in the evening and then she stays,” she muttered silently.

“Alright.”

unaware of Nyla’s subtle matchmaking. “I’ll

sanatorium around four in the afternoon, Hadley slipped the

a bus

burgeoning community within Srixby’s region, required a lengthy two–hour bus

the short distance to Eric’s hotel, following the

sent her.

its corridors still reeking

to the

phone. Surprised, he wondered why she

even accused him of harboring inappropriate feelings

phone face down on

her phone, her eyebrows knitting together

he need these

he be tied up with something?

brief pause, Hadley decided to text him instead.

was asked by Nyla to deliver

photo of the manila envelope she was holding and sent

a buzzing sound on

He frowned.

“She still thinks I have such low

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