Chapter 406:

“Nyla…” she sobbed. “Doesn’t this matter to you? Don’t you want to ask him what he’s done to me?”

“Alright,” Nyla murmured. “I’ll ask him.”

Her voice softened, but the weight behind it remained. “Ernest, tell me this is all a misunderstanding. You can’t explain, so should we call Quentin? Maybe he can clear this up?”

For the first time, Ernest stirred.

Seated in his wheelchair, he slowly lifted his head, his expression unreadable. A long silence stretched between them before he finally moved. A slow, deliberate shake of his head. Then, in a hoarse whisper, barely a breath of sound, he said,

“No.”

The last of Linda’s strength crumbled.

“Ernest, you selfish bastard!”

her

thing, huh? You keep these—treasuring them, touching them, holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually mean something

see how much you care when they’re

swift, merciless motion, she flung the hairpins out

the air

even process the shock—something unthinkable happened.

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legs shaking violently beneath him, his body protesting

body crashed to the floor with

“Ernest!”

panicked scream filled the space as she darted toward him, her face pale with horror. She dropped beside him, hands

you hear

to Linda,

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

wavered, barely a

The exhaustion in her voice

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