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 fingers clenched around the

keep these—treasuring them, touching them, holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually mean something to you.”

how much you

swift, merciless motion, she flung the hairpins out

ripped through the air like

the

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violently beneath him, his body protesting the sudden demand. But he

too unstable. His body crashed to the floor with a loud

“Ernest!”

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

can you

turned to Linda, her expression dark

what the hell are you doing?” Nyla snapped, her breath shaky. “Was this really necessary? You know he’s

voice wavered, barely

her head. The

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