Eric chose to bear this hope and potential heartache alone until there was undeniable proof of Ernest’s recovery. Should Ernest awaken, it would be a moment for collective joy. But if not, the weight of the disappointment would rest solely on Eric’s shoulders.
Nyla was making a steady recovery following her operation. Over recent days, she had been preparing to leave the healthcare facility. Looking ahead, her recovery would be better supported at home, especially given the resources at the Flynn family’s disposal, which surpassed any facility’s capabilities.
On Nyla’s release day, Hadley paid her a visit.
“Hadley,” Nyla’s face brightened, and she grasped Hadley’s hand warmly. “You’re always the first to show up, such a dear.”
At that moment, Eric swung the door open and stepped in. Catching sight of Hadley, a spark of joy flashed in his eyes, and his voice betrayed a cheerful note.
With a playful raise of his eyebrow, he jokingly said, “So, my nights here count for nothing, Grandma?”
“Stop fishing for compliments,” Nyla replied, patting Hadley’s hand. “Hadley is far more considerate than you. You just stand there like you’re barely even present.”
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