NovelEnglishChapter 835: "Okay," he said calmly.
And with that, the arrangements were made.
As they left the hospital, Elissa turned toward him, gratitude written across her face. "Mr. Flynn, thank you. Truly... I'm so grateful." Ernest glanced at her briefly, his lashes lifting just slightly. "Okay," he replied again, evenly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtElissa turned to Hadley and squeezed her hand. "See?” she whispered.
Hadley couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She had noticed it too. Ernest wasn't exactly talkative to begin with, but even by his standards, he was being unusually quiet around Elissa. Yet there was no trace of irritation or impatience in him.
Still curious, Hadley glanced over at Ernest again-and then she saw it. His ears were faintly red.
She blinked. Was he... shy? Around Elissa? Hadley almost smiled. So Ernest had a shy side after all.
The next day, Hadley paid a visit to the dance troupe. Blanche had already returned and was back to her usual rhythm.
Hadley waited quietly in the dressing room until Blanche finally arrived, her energy still sharp despite the long day.
"Hadley, what brings you?" Blanche offered a quick smile, waving her off. "No need to get up. Just sit." "Okay." Hadley had been halfway to her feet but settled back down at Blanche's word.
"I've just returned to the troupe-it's been non-stop since morning," Blanche said, dropping her bag onto a nearby chair and grabbing a cup of coffee. "Have you been waiting long?" She slid a small tin of snacks across the table. "Here, have something. Now, tellwhat brings you here?" Every story unfolds at galnov☐☐☐☐☐ Hadley hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly in her lap.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe struggled for words, her throat tight. But how could she say it any other way? The decision had been made. The child was already growing inside her.
And Blanche... She had once been her mentor, her strongest supporter. Without her, Hadley would never have stepped into the spotlight, never danced across a stage she loved so deeply.
"What is it?" Blanche asked, catching the strain on Hadley's expression. "You look like you're carrying a thousand thoughts. Out with it." "Ms. Nicolson." Hadley drew in a deep breath, forcing herself to meet Blanche's eyes. "I'm here to resign. And I'm afraid I'll need you to find someone to take over my spot at the TV station." The room went still. Blanche's hand, mid-lift with her cup, froze in place. Her eyes narrowed. "Resign?" she echoed, her voice low and disbelieving. "Did I hear that right?" In a blink, her usual grace turned sharp-commanding.
"I trusted you, Hadley," Blanche said coldly. "I put my non the line to send you to that show. Don't tellyou've been seduced by the glitz of entertainment—”
"No! Ms. Nicolson, it's not like that!" Hadley's voice cracked as she blurted it out, unable to hold it any longer. "I'm pregnant." Blanche sat frozen, her gaze instinctively dropping to Hadley's abdomen.
For a moment, she couldn't find her voice. "You... you're pregnant?
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