The rest of them might overlook Hadley's missteps, but Linda -being the one who had borne the brunt—couldn't quite let bygones be bygones.
She swore she had moved on, but Eric could see the truth lurking in her eyes; resentment still smoldered beneath the surface.
"I get it, Grandma," Eric replied, his face shadowing briefly. His voice held steady, firm as an oak. "Rest easy— I'll handle it with care. Now, please, sip your milk before it turns to ice."
"Very well."
Beyond the door, Linda froze, her breath catching in her throat as she tiptoed away.
Her face drained of color, her thoughts swirling like leaves in a tempest.
So that was Eric's grand scheme-blocking Hadley's job prospects not out of spite, but to nudge her toward Blanche's dance troupe?
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