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!”

toward the window, her fingers clenched around the delicate

these—treasuring them, touching them, holding onto them like some sacred token. Like they actually

then, let’s see how much

she flung the

word ripped through the

even process the shock—something

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violently beneath him, his body protesting the sudden demand.

unstable. His body crashed to the floor with a loud

“Ernest!”

space as she darted toward him, her face pale with horror. She dropped beside him, hands trembling as she tried to help

can you hear

she turned to Linda, her expression

Nyla snapped, her breath shaky. “Was this really necessary? You know he’s

wavered,

The exhaustion in

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