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.

only emerged from mere months ago, protested with every step. His legs throbbed, and a dull ache pulsed in

observant, took

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

brow knitted together, worry

her, Quentin, I

??????:

a counter to

the strain on her grandson’s face, she

your body can’t handle

back home

began, his voice laced

interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument. Turning to Quentin, she

him come here straightaway—Linda might not heed your words right now, but

at Ernest,

“Grandma.” Ernest hesitated again.

late, and this mess is my burden to bear after

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