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Ernest must have shared the news with her.
But did Nyla really want to help with the wedding arrangements?
“Ernest?” Instead of explaining, Nyla simply turned her eyes to Ernest.
“Of course, Grandma.” Without hesitation, Ernest reached for and pulled out a thick envelope. Then, he handed
it over to Nyla.
With steady hands, Nyla opened the envelope and spread everything before Hadley. Inside were two bank cards,
a collection of important papers, and a few property titles.
“You'll find a hundred million here,” Nyla said, pointing to the bank cards for emphasis.
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“Nyla, | don’t get it,” Hadley said, confusion washing over her as her body tensed and her eyes widened.
“You see, Hadley...” A gentle nod cfrom Nyla, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Everything here is meant
for you. The money, the property, the jewelry—which I...”
“Keep it in a bank’s safe deposit box—all of it is yours. These are my gifts to you for your wedding. Your dowry.”
Her words grew more insistent on that last point.
Hadley could only stare, completely overwhelmed, unable to form a response.
“There's something else,” Nyla said, shooting a glance toward Ernest. Ernest stepped forward, offering another
envelope. “This one is from me, Hadley.”
“Huh?” Shock left Hadley speechless. How could there possibly be more?
“Go ahead and take a look,” Ernest said, his voice light with encouragement.
“Alright.” Hadley slipped the envelope open. A single document rested inside.
One glance at the title, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
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Flynn Group shares stared back at her.
Utter disbelief swept over Hadley as she raised her gaze to Ernest. “Ernest, what's this?”
“Like | said, this is for you. Think of it as my wedding present to you. Your dowry,” Ernest said, echoing Nyla’s
earlier words.
Hadley felt her heart racing wildly, so fast she thought it might leap from her chest.
Still, she forced herself to think clearly.
A firm shake of her head sent the envelope and its contents sliding back across the table. “Nyla, Ernest, | can’t
possibly accept any of this.”
“Why not? Aren’t you going to listen to me?” Nyla’s gentle scolding followed. “It’s yours. Accept it. Every woman
of the Flynn family receives gifts like these when she gets married—that’s how it’s always been.”
“But Nyla...” Hadley’s brow furrowed as she looked away, her voice gentle. “I'm not a real Flynn. | was only
adopted...”
So much generosity had already cfrom the Flynn family. Accepting a dowry this large felt impossible for her.
“Hadley.” Nyla reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring pat. “You are my granddaughter.”
Moisture filled Nyla’s eyes, her nose stinging as she tried to compose herself. Emotion made her words unsteady.
“I understand everything now. All those difficult years you spent in Blathe... | am the one to blame. I failed you.”
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