Chapter 241 It’s Not Her
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Eric’s felt a wave of unease crash over him. His grip on the phone tightened. “Linda, where are you?”
“I… I don’t know…” Her voice trembled, laced with fear and barely contained sobs. “Eric… I don’t know where I am. It’s dark, and-” A choked breath. “I’m scared!”
“Stay put! I’m coming. Quentin is searching too–just don’t move, do you hear me?”
After hanging up, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the engine roaring as he tore through the streets, heading straight for the west side of the city.
“Mr. Flynn!”
By the time Eric arrived, Quentin had already located Linda’s car. But something was wrong. The car door was wide open. And Linda was nowhere in sight.
Eric’s eyes scanned the dark surroundings, his pulse quickening. She wouldn’t have gone far. Maybe she stepped out for air and lost her way.
“We need to search the area,” Eric said, his voice firm. “She should be close by.”
Quentin nodded. “Understood. Mr. Flynn, let’s stay in contact.”
“Right.”
The road ahead was desolate, the darkness stretching endlessly. With barely any streetlights, Eric had to rely on his phone’s flashlight to cut through the thick shadows.
“Linda!” His voice echoed into the night. “It’s Eric! If you can hear me, answer me!”
He trudged forward, his footsteps crunching over the frozen ground. The further he went, the more
treacherous the mountain path became. The sleet stung his face, his visibility reduced to almost nothing.
Then–his phone buzzed. Quentin.
He quickly answered, “Hello?”
“Mr. Flynn, we found Miss Harris. She’s injured, but-” A brief hesitation. “She refuses to come with me. She
won’t budge. We need you here.”
Eric exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.
“Where are you? I’ll be there–hold on.”
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Just as the call ended, his phone rang again. Another call?
A sharp gust of wind suddenly blew past him, carrying ice and snowflakes straight into his eyes. He wires. instinctively squeezing them shut
His footing slipped. The phone new from his grasp, crashing against the frozen earth.
Eric’s breath caught as he watched its light flicker a few feet away. It was still finging
Who could it be?
Hadley?
his fingertips brushing the ice just inches away from it but the phone was
frustration curling in his gut. But then, the phone
once more.
his ribs. His mind raced. Was it
If she needed him, if she was hurt,
thought.
as far as it could go.
feet desperately scrambling for purchase, but
onto and he tumbled down the
was half–drifting between sleep and wakefulness when the sharp trill of her ringtone
silence.
would be calling
Joy?
the screen, she
the exhausting chaos of the night, could she not get even
the annoyance bubbling in her chest, she sighed and swiped to answer. “Yes, what is
“Hadley!”
words did. “Mr. Flynn is injured–it’s bad. He’s being rushed to the hospital. I’m on
went dead before
sat frozen, the phone still
looking for Linda. How could he be injured? And seriously injured? Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last.
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covers and shot out of bed.
barely registered slipping into her clothes. By the time she reached the staircase, a pair of headlights flashed through the window. Phillips was
to the hospital was
arrived, Ernest had already gotten there, waiting just outside the
Hadley called, her voice tight. She rushed toward him, her
Ernest said with a sigh. “The doctors did an initial
exhaled, nodding
her. Not life–threatening? That
rest of his injuries? Broken bones? Permanent
door to the trauma center swung open, and a doctor stepped out. Ernest was on his feet in an instant. “How is my
be taken to the operating room immediately. His injuries are
what the trauma center
felt an invisible force press against her chest.
wasted no time. His jaw tightened, his decision immediate.
do
doctor nodded. “We’ll do
room and straight into the operating theater. Hadley didn’t even get a glimpse of
as she and Ernest found themselves in the waiting
breaking the silence. He reached out and gave her shoulder a
voice was calm, unwavering. “Eric will be
Ernest,” she murmured. Her hands were tightly clasped in
wouldn’t let anything happen to his brother. He had the resources, the best doctors, modern medicine–Eric would survive.
what felt like an eternity, Quentin
but Hadley
was here too.
situation instantly. He stood, straightening his coat. “Hadley, I’ll leave Eric to you,” he said. “I’m going
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