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Chapter 88

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Cynthia stood in the living room, her arms crossed defiantly. Jacob, her young son, played quietly on the floor, oblivious to the tension that filled the air. Richard paced back and forth, frustration evident in his furrowed brow.

“Jacob can’t be around Amelia anymore,” Cynthia’s voice pierced through the stillness of the living room, sharp and accusatory. She had stumbled upon Amelia being hostile towards Jacob and she intended to use it to her ultimate advantage.

“I don’t want my son around anyone who might hurt him,” Cynthia continued. “Amelia is a liability.”

“Cynthia, you can’t just come in here and make wild accusations,” Richard said, trying to maintain his composure.

Cynthia shot him an incredulous look. “You think I’m making this up? Amelia has been openly hostile toward Jacob! I won’t let him be around someone who might harm him.”

“I never threatened Jacob!” Amelia interjected upon entering the living room with fire in her eyes. “This is ridiculous.”

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