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.
pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about!” Her
but you can’t even say her
She reached for Linda, prying her away from Ernest with firm but gentle
you? Don’t you
Nyla murmured. “I’ll ask
“Ernest, tell me this is all a
time, Ernest
finally moved.
Linda’s strength crumbled. “Ernest,
damn thing, huh? You keep these–treasuring them, touching them, holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually means something to you.” Her lips curling into a bitter sneer. “Well then,
flung the
“No!”
the air like a
even process the shock–something unthinkable happened. Ernest moved.
his wheelchair, his legs shaking violently beneath
His body crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
“Ernest!”
darted toward him, her
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trembling as she tried to help him up. “Ernest, can you
her expression dark
doing?” Nyla snapped, her
he’s still weak!”
voice wavered, barely a breath.
head. The exhaustion in her
murmured, her voice softer now. “But…
Uncertain?
past
reacted–the sheer panic in his voice, the way he had moved
had nothing to do with their owner?
the tension. “Come in here! Mr.
open, and in came the caregiver–along
“What happened?”
of his brother sprawled on the floor. In an instant, he strode forward,
grip steady as he helped
was seated, he didn’t spare anyone a glance. His
he started rolling toward
to Linda, utterly lost.
hell is he
“Oh no…”
a second, she hurried after him. “Come on!
him!”
group trailed after Ernest as he made his way downstairs,
a sinking feeling–she knew exactly what Ernest was about to do. Turning swiftly, she called out, “Kira! Get the servants!
household joined the effort.
the servants asked.
surprise was evident. “Grandma, are you saying… my brother?”
the
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