How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 871

Of course, Fleming Mercer was in the dark about all of this.

When he heard what Lucy said, a shadow flickered across his face.

His brows knotting together before he could stop himself.

Lucy waved her hand in front of his eyes, her tone uncertain. “Wait—didn’t Esmeralda tell you about any of this? Why is she avoiding you and only talking to your parents?”

There was a different meaning behind her words now, a new implication taking shape.

Fleming was left with one plausible explanation: Esmeralda was cutting him out, making arrangements privately with his parents, as if she meant to force his hand into marriage.

He kept his face composed. “You should get some rest,” he said.

Lucy let out a soft sigh and managed a wry smile. “Sure. It’s your life. I couldn't meddle in anyway.”

She didn’t give Fleming any room to reply, just turned on her heel and went upstairs.

Fleming watched her go before heading out to his car, not hesitating as he drove straight for the Mercer family.

Lucy lingered at the window, sipping her milk as she watched his car disappear down the drive.

The truth was, Adrian had let something slip—not on purpose—and Lucy already knew. Esmeralda had asked to break off the engagement with Fleming.

On top of that, Fleming had gotten in trouble because of Esmeralda—a situation serious enough to put the rest of his flying career in jeopardy.

Representing their country abroad meant every move could be magnified, every mistake turned into an international incident.

Discipline was non-negotiable, but this time, because he’d saved someone who was vital to the national team, the authorities had let it slide.

As for this tangled mess with Esmeralda... Lucy turned away from the window and headed back to her room.

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