Chapter 97 Ernest Wakes Up
Hadley browsed through the information but didn’t see anything specific relating to what she was looking for.
After a pause, she keyed in the words “praying mantis” “bite” “partner.”
Then she saw her answer.
“Temale praying mantises are known for their cannibalistic mating behavior, where they bite off the head or legs of their partners after mating.”
Speechless, Hadley put her phone away,
Several days later, within the opulent walls of the Flynn Mansion, while Nyla mended from her recent operation, Eric had taken up residence at the family mansion to keep her company.
In the stillness of the witching hour, Eric slumbered deeply, only to be roused by the shrill chime of his phone.
A flicker of annoyance crossed his mind, but it vanished like mist when he glimpsed the caller ID.
It was the physician overseeing Ernest’s care that was calling. Sleepiness fled in an instant.
“Yes, hello?”
“Mr. Flynn! Your brother has stirred from his long slumber!”
Eric went rigid, a shiver racing through him, raising every hair in its wake.
It felt like a dream woven from threads of disbelief. “Repeat that, please!”
“Your elder brother is awake! His eyes have fluttered open!”
Astonishing–beyond belief!
A tidal wave of emotion crashed over Eric, shattering his usual composure. Before he could rein it in, a warm blur clouded his vision, spilling over as tears of unrestrained joy.
After all these years… Ernest had returned to them!
No longer would his brother languish on that sterile hospital bed, ensnared by a web of tubes and the hum of machines, trapped in an endless twilight.
“Mr. Flynn?” The doctor’s voice echoed from the other end. “When might you grace us with your presence?”
Eric’s senses snapped into focus, his voice raw and quivering with barely contained elation.
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“This very instant! I’m on my way!”
His brother had awakened–how could he delay even a heartbeat?
well! We’ll be expecting you.”
he crossed into his sprawling wardrobe, he pivoted sharply
course, I must tell
monumental occasion–how could he not share it with Nyla? Despite
for
her potential displeasure at being left in the dark–he simply couldn’t hoard this jubilation
Eric and Nyla departed the Flynn Mansion, bound for the
Ernest was.
car, Nyla’s tears flowed unchecked, a river of
red as he offered her a tissue. “You mustn’t weep so. I know your heart’s
by choice? They’ve a mind of their own! Oh… my dear Ernest, awake at last!
heart, her sobs rolling like thunder. “I once feared he would linger in that limbo forever… that I
dull pang twisting
us so–he has proven it tonight, hasn’t he?”
in the filming of
embrace.
laced with longing, “And of all nights for Linda to be away… how
Eric soothed. “I’ve already spoken to her agent. The moment Linda’s scene wraps, she’ll
will have to suffice,
of the hospital room, tranquility reigned supreme.
hour had dimmed the primary lights, leaving only the gentle radiance of wall sconces to bathe the space
Nyla to the bedside with tender care, their
on the hospital bed, Ernest bore the same serene visage he
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breaths even and unhurried.
brimming with a storm of feelings as she turned to the doctor, bewilderment etched
unease, offered swift reassurance. “Fear not, Mrs. Flynn. He awoke earlier–now he is merely sleeping. Try
“Very well…”
Nyla reached out, her fingers curling gently around Ernest’s.
timeworn cheeks. She dared not lift her voice above a murmur, her words laced with quiet
my sweet
the room seemed to hold its breath. Silence reigned, stillness prevailed–every gaze locked onto Ernest, as if fearful
with agonizing slowness, they lifted. His eyes
Ernest’s view. “It’s me,
you.”
his lashes before spilling free from the corners. Nyla’s composure crumbled entirely. She clutched her eldest grandson’s hand with fervent strength, her voice fracturing as sobs overtook
with a gentle touch. “Grandma,
Nyla wrestled her sobs into submission, though the ache within her chest gnawed
amiss. Ernest’s response… it wasn’t what
her eyes alight
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