Chapter 138 Two–timing

Flynn Mansion.

Linda’s growing unease over the past few days finally solidified into certainty.

Her fingers tightened around the two delicate tortoiseshell hairpins–something she had just discovered beneath Ernest’s pillow.

They weren’t hers.

Then whose were they?

First, there was a photo of another woman. Now, this.

“Ernest!”

Linda’s voice cracked as she held up the incriminating haripins, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“Whose are these?”

Ernest’s gaze flickered downward, averting her question.

Although he couldn’t form complete sentences, his silence spoke volumes-a refusal, a quiet defiance.

“Ha… haha.”

Linda let out a sharp, bitter laugh, the sound hollow in the stillness.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot–you still can’t talk, can you?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, her emotions teetering on the edge. “Fine. Let’s make this easy. Just nod or shake your head. Can you do that?”

She inhaled sharply, and then pressed on, her voice lower but no less cutting. “Tell me, Ernest… is there someone else? Huh? Is that what this is?”

Still, he said nothing. His head remained bowed, his gaze avoiding hers, his silence a shield he refused to lower. Rage flared in Linda’s chest, burning away the last remnants of her restraint.

She reached out abruptly, her fingers gripping his face, forcing him to meet her eyes.

“Look at me!” she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion. “Answer me, damn it! Nod or shake your head! Is it really that hard?”

Ernest’s thick brows knit together, his lips pressed into a firm line. His eyes held something–an emotion she couldn’t decipher, something locked away beneath layers of unreadable restraint.

And yet, in that unbearable silence, she knew. It was true.

But when? How?

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He had been in a coma for years–it couldn’t have been then. So… it had to be before he went into a coma?

The realization struck like a bolt of lightning. Linda froze, her entire body going rigid as a chilling thought crept into her mind.

“Ernest!” Linda’s voice trembled with fury, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.

“Is this what I deserve?” she choked out, her voice raw with emotion. “Did you ever even think about me when you were with her?”

Ernest sat motionless, his gaze locked on the floor, silent as ever, but his breathing faltered.

“Who is she? Who is she, Ernest?” Linda demanded, her voice rising like a whip crack.

Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about!” Her voice broke with

down, but

Linda, prying her away from Ernest with firm but gentle

you want to

Nyla murmured. “I’ll ask him.”

remained. “Ernest, tell me this is all a

the first time, Ernest

between them before he finally moved. A slow, deliberate shake of his head.

last of Linda’s strength crumbled.

holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually means something to you.” Her lips curling into a bitter sneer. “Well then, let’s see

merciless motion, she flung

“No!”

the

could even process the shock–something unthinkable happened. Ernest moved.

his wheelchair, his legs shaking violently beneath him, his body protesting the sudden demand.

body crashed to the floor with a loud

“Ernest!”

scream filled the space as she darted toward him, her face pale

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help him up. “Ernest, can you hear me?”

Linda, her expression dark

the hell are you doing?” Nyla snapped, her breath shaky. “Was

he’s still weak!”

voice wavered, barely

head. The exhaustion in her voice was

know you’re hurting,” she murmured, her voice softer now.

Uncertain?

laugh slipped past Linda’s

sheer panic in his voice, the way he had moved for the first

could anyone still believe he had nothing to do

urgent voice broke the tension. “Come in here! Mr. Flynn

open, and in came the caregiver–along with

“What happened?”

sprawled on the floor. In an instant, he strode forward, slipping his arms under Ernest’s armpits and

he muttered, his grip steady as

didn’t spare anyone a glance.

a word, he started

Ernest to Linda,

hell

“Oh no…”

flashed across Nyla’s face. Without wasting a second,

him!”

he made his way downstairs, heading straight for

about to do. Turning

the effort.

one of the servants asked. “Two hairpins,” Nyla responded

surprise was evident. “Grandma, are you saying…

weight of the situation pressing heavily on her.

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