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?

We’ll be expecting

dress, but as he crossed into his sprawling wardrobe, he pivoted

Of course, I

share it with Nyla? Despite the late

for dawn’s

her potential displeasure at being left in the dark–he

the cloak of night, Eric and Nyla departed the

Ernest was.

tears flowed unchecked, a river of pent–up

a tissue. “You mustn’t weep so. I know your heart’s brimming with joy, but your health

tears by choice? They’ve a mind of their own! Oh…

feared he would linger in that limbo forever… that I would meet my

a dull pang twisting

us so–he has proven it tonight,

filming of a nocturnal scene far

embrace.

a heavy breath laced with longing, “And of all nights for Linda to be away… how can she

is no need to fret.” Eric soothed. “I’ve already spoken to her agent. The moment Linda’s scene wraps, she’ll

have to suffice, I suppose.”

the hospital room, tranquility

the primary lights, leaving only the gentle radiance of

with tender care, their movements as

the hospital bed, Ernest bore the same serene visage he had worn throughout his

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even and

a storm of feelings as she turned

unease, offered swift reassurance. “Fear not, Mrs. Flynn. He awoke earlier–now he is merely sleeping. Try taking his hand and

“Very well…”

quivering hand, Nyla reached out, her fingers curling gently around Ernest’s.

her timeworn cheeks. She dared not lift her voice above a murmur, her words laced with quiet

sweet

to hold its breath. Silence reigned, stillness prevailed–every gaze

agonizing slowness, they lifted. His eyes found Nyla first, and then drifted to Eric standing nearby.

he filled Ernest’s view.

you.”

the corners. Nyla’s composure crumbled entirely. She clutched her eldest grandson’s hand with fervent strength,

fragile state, steadied her with a gentle touch. “Grandma, you mustn’t

wrestled her sobs into submission, though

response… it

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

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