PopularNovelChapter 1050: "And what of it?" Nyla snapped, her voice sharp as she glared at Ernest. "Compared to everything he's taken from the Flynn family, his efforts are nothing." "Grandma..." Ernest faltered, stunned.
Eric's face was ghostly white, a cold dread coursing through him, chilling him to the core. Every breath felt heavy, each movement trembling with restraint.
"Ernest!" Nyla's voice cut through again, her eyes blazing. “Are you trying to upset me? My real grandson is gone, and you expectto face this impostor every day?" "Grandma!" Ernest sighed and glanced at Eric, who looked utterly broken.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ernest," Eric said, forcing a hollow smile. His eyes were empty, desolate.
"Grandma's not well. Don't fight her on this.” "Eric..." Ernest's voice was thick with conflict, torn and powerless.
"Grandma," Eric said, turning to Nyla. His voice was soft, laced with guilt and sorrow. "Please don't be upset. I'll leave..." "Eric!" Ernest called, desperate.
"Ernest," Eric interrupted, his smile strained, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm leaving. Take care of her. I'll always be grateful for you." He stepped back, bowing deeply to Nyla.
"Grandma, thank you for raising me. I won't be here to look after you or bring you joy anymore. Please stay well." Nyla stared at him, her own eyes brimming with tears. Abruptly, she shut them tightly and waved him off. "Go. Now." "Yes," Eric whispered. He cast one final look at Nyla and Ernest, then turned and walked out.
"Eric!" Ernest shouted, starting after him.
"Stop!" Nyla's voice cracked like a whip, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't chase after him. He's not your brother. He's just an impostor." "Grandma!" Ernest's face was taut, his eyes flashing with an uncommon intensity. "You can't talk about Eric like this! He has been part of the Flynn family for years, not out of greed. If he was after wealth and power, he could've taken control of everything during the four years I was unconscious! But he didn't!" For those four years, Eric had poured his heart into managing the Flynn family's business. Feel inspired on gVlnovsTo the outside world, he might've seemed like the commanding head of the household, but in truth, he knew he was simply a loyal employee working tirelessly for the Flynn family's sake.
"He truly considers us his family-you as his grandmother,as his brother. Saying these things about him is like shattering his spirit!" Nyla froze, stunned by Ernest's words. She had no counterargument.
A sob escaped her as she buried her face in her hands. "What am I supposed to do? The thought of my real grandson being gone, replaced by him-it tearsapart... My Eric, my boy!" Trying to catch up with Eric proved fruitless.
Ernest stepped out of the hospital room and dialed his number.
"The number you've reached is frym currently unavailable. Please try again later.
Eric's phone was never off, meaning he'd deliberately powered it down.
N "Quentin," Ernest called, raising a hand to summon his aide.
"Yes, sir. What do you need?"
"Get in touch with Phillips, Xander, and Theodore. You go with them as well. Find Eric and bring him back, no n matter what,” Ernest instructed.
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