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CHAPTER 82

Alex

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Mr. Watson had left the house. The shards of the broken plates glittered on the floor like the shards of our shattered expectations. My mother and I sat on the opposite end of the long table. Mia was on the left side of the table, her eyes still on her fingers as she fidgeted with them. The air was thick, and the aroma of food couldn’t lighten the mood.

“What are we going to do now?” My mother let out a heavy sigh. She glared at Mia before facing me. “Now, we are back to square one.” She slaps her hand on the table before biting her nail. The smacking sound filled the air, causing Mia to flinch as though my mother was about to hit her.

I continued to sip on my whiskey. What weighed on my mind now was getting rid of Mia.

My mother rose and walked towards me. She dropped in the seat beside me, settling on my left. She furled her hands around my forearm. “This is why we can’t let anyone know the child doesn’t belong to you.” My mother’s brows lowered. “They might even think you
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