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chapter 87

Elijah Smith...

I looked into the large dining room with my gun held up. My hands were slightly shaking as I recalled the sight of a man standing over my wife, with his gun pointed on her head.

If I had been just a few seconds short, then my woman would have been dead by now. That asshole would have shot her on the head.

I would have found her body covered with her own blood, and with a hole in her skull.

No. I shook my head to get rid of the haunting image in mind, and dropped my hand to my side before I started walking towards the dining room.

Cane covered me from behind, hiding behind the inside of the door with his guns in his hands.

A few of our men quickly entered the dining room as well, and ran towards the hall leading in the garden.

I walked past the long dining table and stopped when I reached my usual seat at the head of the table.

I looked down and stared at Ella, who had her back pressed against the legs of the chair.

My wife's eyes were wide open as she looked down
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oh gosh did cilvia set this all up just as I was starting to think she was redeeming herself we find out that she abused her son and now tried to kidnap his wife???
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