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?

be

Eric dashed to dress, but as he crossed into his sprawling wardrobe,

I

could he not share it with Nyla? Despite the late hour, the news simply

wait for dawn’s light.

at being

and Nyla departed the Flynn Mansion, bound for the private

Ernest was.

unchecked,

eyes rimmed with red as he offered her a tissue. “You mustn’t weep so. I know your heart’s brimming with joy, but your health demands

are you?” Nyla shot him a watery glare. “Do you think I’m shedding these tears by choice? They’ve a mind of their own! Oh… my

hand to her heart, her sobs rolling like thunder. “I once feared he would linger in that limbo forever… that I would meet my maker before he ever gazed

chest tightened, a dull pang

abandon us so–he has proven it tonight,

filming of a nocturnal scene far from

embrace.

with longing, “And of all nights for Linda to be away… how can she not be at Ernest’s side when he opens his

to fret.” Eric soothed. “I’ve already spoken to her agent. The moment Linda’s scene wraps, she’ll hasten

to suffice, I suppose.”

of the hospital room,

the gentle radiance of wall sconces to bathe the space

with tender care, their movements as delicate as a whisper.

bed, Ernest bore the same serene visage

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Ernest

breaths even and unhurried.

feelings as she turned to the doctor, bewilderment etched across her face.

Flynn. He awoke earlier–now he is merely

“Very well…”

a quivering hand, Nyla reached out, her fingers

dared not lift her voice above a murmur, her words laced with quiet sobs. “Ernest…

sweet boy.”

reigned, stillness prevailed–every gaze locked onto Ernest, as if fearful of missing the flicker

they lifted. His eyes

stepping closer to ensure he filled Ernest’s view. “It’s me, Eric. Grandma and

you.”

sprang to Ernest’s eyes in an instant, shimmering on his lashes before spilling free from the corners. Nyla’s composure crumbled entirely. She clutched

of his grandmother’s fragile state, steadied her with a gentle touch. “Grandma, you mustn’t weep so. It’ll only weigh on Ernest’s heart even more!”

into submission, though the ache within her chest gnawed

it wasn’t what she

the doctor, her eyes alight with unspoken queries. Hadn’t

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