NovelFameChapter 1055: "I never planned to gain anything from this," Brady said softly. "And I won't use you as a way to get close to the Flynn family. I just want to help you." He paused, and then added, "My parents hurt you. And maybe my mere existence brought you pain. But I didn't choose to be born. Hadley, please, letdo something right. Lethelp." Despite his words, Hadley's heart remained guarded. Trust didn't cthat easily.
"Please, think it over. This illness... the longer you put it off, the more you'll suffer. And what if it gets worse?" Brady let out a heavy sigh. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a business card again, and pressed it into her hand.
"Here. If you ever decide to go through with this, call me. I'll go to the hospital with you whenever you're ready." His fingers slipped away from hers as he took a step back, holding her gaze for a long, quiet second. "Well, I'm leaving now." With that, he turned and slowly walked away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHadley remained rooted to the spot, listening as Brady's footsteps faded into the distance. Her chest rose and fell as emotions churned wildly inside her.
Suddenly, she glanced at the business card in her hand. "Brady..." she whispered.
Could she take that chance? Could she really trust him? If the test turned out to be a match... then Joy could be saved. And she could finally break free from Eric.
A day passed, and still, there was no word from Eric.
Phillips and Quentin had turned over every possible place he might have gone. They even asked Barrie and Marshall, but no one had any idea where Eric had hidden himself.
That night, Srixby was drenched in a relentless downpour, casting a heavy gloom over the city.
In a dimly lit apartment, the air was thick with the acrid tang of liquor and burnt tobacco. Empty bottles littered the coffee table and floor, while the ashtray overflowed with cigarette stubs, piled into a small heap.
Sprawled on the couch, Eric lay motionless, his eyes shut, lost in an uneasy, alcohol-fueled slumber. LATEST chapters in gl].☐☐ In his dream, he was back with Ferris, the man he had to call his father. Ferris loathed him so much that he didn't even give him a nwhen he was born.
Eric's biological mother, decades younger than Ferris, was his third partner—after a first wife who had died and a second who left him. Ferris adored her at first, showering her with affection due to their age difference. But cracks soon formed.
Ferris, consumed by his role as patriarch of the Scott family, juggled endless responsibilities and dealt with troublesheirs, leaving little tfor her. Their differences grew, and she ended up having an affair.
One night, Ferris chlate and caught her in bed with a household driver. Furious, he dragged the man outside and beat him mercilessly in front of her, leaving him broken and bedridden for life, dependent on others for even the smallest tasks. The horror of it sent Eric's mother into a faint. When she woke, her mind was fractured.
In her deranged state, Ferris locked her away in an isolated wing of the Scott estate. Months later, her pregnancy becevident. And then. Eric was born-a child marked by scandal.
Ferris refused to acknowledge him, convinced he wasn't his own, though he never sought proof.
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