Chapter 692:

She softened her tone, soothing the boy with the tenderness only a great-grandmother could muster.

“No need to be frightened, Locke. This is grown-up business, nothing for you to worry over. Let’s head home with great-grandma, shall we?”

Children had a keen sense for recognizing genuine affection, and Locke could feel the warmth radiating from Nyla. He gave a small, trusting nod.

“That’s my good lad,” Nyla murmured, guiding him gently.

“Let’s be on our way.”

Linda tore out like a woman possessed, leaping into her car and peeling off into the night without a backward glance.

The orphanage sat perched atop a hill, and by the time Ernest and his men gave chase, Linda had vanished into the shadows like a ghost in the wind.

That night, Ernest was utterly spent.

still mending from a years-long coma he had only emerged from mere months ago, protested with every step. His legs throbbed, and a

observant, took note of

you head back and catch some rest? Leave the search for Miss Harris to

brow knitted together, worry etched deep

I fear she won’t come back

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muster a counter to

care. Seeing the strain on her grandson’s face, she approached

can’t handle

home

his

no room for argument. Turning to Quentin, she issued her orders

Eric. Have him come here straightaway—Linda might not heed your

final words were aimed squarely at

“Grandma.” Ernest hesitated again.

of Eric. It’s late, and this mess

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