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embling, sitting as still as a lifeless mannequin. The dress, once pure and white, was now staine

ooked like blooming, aggressive roses, ma

y. Her mother, in the shock of the accident, had gone into prematu

h indignation. But looking at Chloe, sitting there devoid of any life, no

was a broken record, playing the crash over and over. Liam

he had d

nd he chose to leave t

This was supposed to

never fought. Why did everyth

it because of Sara Jay? Is she back? Wha

baby girl survived. Charles also made it through surgery, but due to severe head trauma, he

out and gave the household staff clear instructions.

When Chloe finally held the tiny, new life-her

n. Her voice was hoarse. "Nanny, I'm go

e bedsheet. "After everything... are you still going to look

. "Don't worry, Mom. I just wan

a tall, lean man approached her, h

in, Liam's

ith dull eyes. "Why h

ustin said softly. "Are you

e no

you." Chloe

ent," Liam hadn't called or texted once. She stared at the

al times. The

even take he

w why he left today?"

er eerie calmness made him uneasy. "I'm not sure, Ch

looked like a ghost-bloodless and hollow.

er, at the M

had woken up at noon; she looked frail, her skin unna

," a maid announced, step

e continued placing food onto Sara's plate-

ied a delicate, feminine charm that was deeply moving. Liam's

poke again. "Sir, Miss Bis

done, Liam's voice turned l

the room with long, purposeful strides. Behind her,

jumped up, her pretty face turning

Sara Jay. It

bling Sara into his arms, whispering comfortingly, "Don'

t Chloe and gave her a friendly, innoce

s was the first time she felt a visceral, overwhelming threat from another woman. Sara's b

ancée, had no idea when she had eve

t stop them," the two guards m

aze back to Chloe. After a few seconds of

r, as if the blood on her hands and the

ointed a finger at Sara. "You di

aggressive toward Sara, Liam's tone gre

right here,"

r for a long time

ding his sister away. The staff and guards followed s

at the altar for h

r prisoner in the old Bishop house for three months. Those scars on her body? They'

like the nightmare, minus the par

met his gaze squarely. Even if her father had done something, she was truly in

ra didn't have a "history," why w

as a younger sister. Today, he had traded six

e suspiciously. "You

.. it seems that after all these years,