The Genius Doctor's Perfect Fake Death

casting long, bright beams of light across the polish

her navy scrubs. In her hands, she held Theodore Duncan's latest blood work reports. Her eyes were glu

e opposite end of the intersecting hallway, was a

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nervously around the busy hospital. The nightmares from the previous night had left him hi

tic-filled dispatch from the estate's security detail. Startled by the sudden noise, she instinctively

cart out from a blind corner. The harsh, grating screech of the wheels against the linoleum echoed like

in the boy's e

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was hard enough to knock the breath out of the small boy

lipped from her hands, paper

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ct same shape, as Collis Duncan's. But it wasn't just the eyes. It was the slope of his nose, the

e hit her. A violent, inexplicable pull in her chest. A deep, agonizing ache

Her fingers began to tremble unc

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face flushed with panic. She dropped to her

to pull Julian up. "The young master gets so frig

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t. Five years ago, she had given birth in a filthy medical ten

man. He had built a family. He had a beautiful, living s

tered the icy wall she had built around her heart. T

She needed to stand up. She need

ian did

s small, pale hand. His tiny fingers clamped down hard on the crisp wh

pleaded, pulling his arm. "Y

livia's tear-filled eyes. His own eyes were w

all hand clutching her coat.

She looked at the boy, a tear slipping down her cheek and landing

d at the tea

pulled out a small, laminated white card. It was a flashcard

ushing it right into A

woman with long dark hair. Beneath the drawing, written in shaky, oversized

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t the drawing, and then immediately

ing. The ambient noise

lt like a bolt of lightning had struck her directly in the chest. Her

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and echoed with absolute

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n a sharp black suit, was Collis. His dark eyes were fixed on th

her's voice. His small fingers slowly,

her face with the back of her hand in a frantic, desperate motion. She turned to face the ma