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!”

window, her fingers clenched around the

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

much you care

she flung

word ripped through the air like

process the shock—something unthinkable happened. Ernest

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wheelchair, his legs shaking violently beneath him, his body protesting the

His body crashed to

“Ernest!”

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

you

Linda, her expression dark with

are you doing?” Nyla snapped, her breath shaky. “Was this really necessary?

wavered, barely

her head. The exhaustion

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