Chapter 693:

He cast a quick glance at Hadley beside him.

Hadley, ever the light sleeper, was already stirring, though her eyes remained closed.

“Answer it outside,” she mumbled.

“Alright,” Eric whispered, slipping out of the room with the phone pressed to his ear.

“Quentin, what’s the matter?”

“Mr. Flynn,” Quentin began, his tone apologetic as he relayed the night’s events.

“Your brother is running on fumes, and Mrs. Flynn insisted I call you. I’m sorry to disturb your rest.”

After hearing the tale, Eric rubbed his temples, a weary sigh escaping him.

“I understand. It’s no trouble. I’ll head over right away.”

Mr. Flynn,” Quentin

and let out a long, burdened breath. For his brother,

lingered—how would he

perched on the edge of the bed, hesitating

“Hadley…”

him, her

back to sleep now? Turn

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pressed, his voice tinged

need to step out

open, and she rolled over to face Eric, concern flickering across her

“At this hour?”

taking her hand gently, his tone soft as a

Ernest. He is caught in a bit of

happened to him?” Hadley asked, her worry

“Is he unwell?”

the concern etched on her face, Eric hurriedly shook his head, offering both comfort

health is holding steady, no

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