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    “Hello, Joy.” Eric nced at the shcards spread out in front of her and smiled. “You’re amazing. Those are some tricky words.”

    “Mommy taught me! It’s all because of her.”

    Eric shifted his gaze to Hadley, who gave him a faint smile with a simple “Hello.”

    Her tone was calm as if nothing had happened. No tension, no conflict. Just steady andposed for Joy’s sake.

    “Hello.” Eric nodded. He hadn’te just to visit. This was also about Joy. He picked up the file folder he had brought and handed it to Hadley.

    “What’s this?” Hadley asked, brows slightly furrowed.

    “It’s school information,” Eric exined.

    Joy’s health had been steadily improving. ording to Josue, if there were no signs of rejection within two years, she could be considered fully cured. And if everything remained stable for the next six months, she could start school like any other child.

    “These are profiles from several private schools in Srixby,” Eric added. The schools varied in terms of their founding dates, but all offeredplete education from kindergarten through high school.

    “Joy should start in the preschool ss for four- to five-year-olds.”

    Hadley looked surprised. “Won’t she fall behind the others in ss?” Even though private schools didn’t focus heavily on entrance exams, the students all came from wealthy families. Most had ess to early education, which meant a fast-paced andpetitive environment.

    “She won’t,” Eric answered while shaking his head. “Kids don’t learn much in preschool anyway, and it won’t matter if she falls a little behind. If Joy wants to catch up, we can get her a tutor. If not, she can go at her own pace.”

    “That works too,” said Hadley with a nod.

    They had reached an agreement regarding Joy’s education.

    “These schools are all good. Take a look and choose the one you like best,” Eric advised.

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    “I will.” Hadley paused as if remembering something. “By the way, which school does Locke go to?”

    “This one.” Eric pointed to one of the profiles with a smile. “It’d be nice if Joy and Locke were together. He’s older and can look out for his cousin.”

    Just then, Melba stepped in. “Dinner’s ready.”

    “Alright.” Eric scooped Joy up into his arms. “Let’s go. Time to eat!” As he held his daughter, he noticed that she felt heavier. He beamed and remarked, “Joy, you’re getting bigger.”

    “I eat all my meals. That’s why I’m growing!” Joy dered proudly.

    “Good girl!” Ericughed, clearly pleased.

    After dinner, Melba took Joy to the bathroom for her bath.

    Hadley nced at Eric and said calmly, “Let’s talk downstairs.”

    She knew he hadn’te just to talk about Joy’s schooling. He must’vee to give her an update on the investigation. But having that conversation at home risked stirring up emotions. She didn’t want Joy to overhear anything upsetting.

    Understanding what she meant, Eric nodded. “Alright.” With that, they went downstairs together.

    “Go on,” Hadley said, arms crossed, her expression calm and unreadable.

    “Here’s the thing…” Eric began. A slight frown appeared on his face, which deepened as he went on. “So far, we haven’t found any evidence to support Remy’s ims…”

    “That’s what you found out? How’s that any different from not investigating at all?” Hadley snapped, but then nodded, almost to herself. “I expected this. This result doesn’t surprise me one bit.”

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