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.

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

ever observant, took note of his

catch some rest? Leave the search for Miss

knitted together, worry etched deep

her, Quentin, I fear she won’t come back

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a counter to that

Locke into the car with care. Seeing the strain on her grandson’s

body can’t handle this

home

Grandma…” Ernest began, his voice laced with

room for argument. Turning to Quentin, she issued her orders with the decisiveness of a

might not heed your words

were aimed squarely at

“Grandma.” Ernest hesitated again.

Eric. It’s late, and this mess is my burden to

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