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CHAPTER 165: King-size Bed

Penulis: Elysian Sparrow
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“I’m trying to fix this!” I say, my voice rising. “You think I wanted to come back here? You think I wanted to face all this again? I’m doing this because it’s important—because it’s the right thing to do.”

She laughs again, bitter and sharp. “The right thing. That’s rich.”

“Mom, please,” I say, my voice breaking despite my best efforts. “I need you.”

She softens, just a fraction, and for a moment, I think I’ve gotten through to her. But then she shakes her head, turning back to the stove.

“I don’t know anything,” she says quietly. “Even if I did, I’m not getting involved.”

“Why not?”

“Because Elaine’s dangerous,” she says, her voice low. “You don’t know her like I do. She’ll ruin you if she thinks you’re a threat.”

“She’s already ruining people,” I say. “And if we don’t stop her, she’ll just keep doing it.”

Mom hesitates, her hand resting on the counter, her gaze distant. Finally, she sighs, the fight seeming to drain out of her. “What exactly do you need from me?”

Relief floods thro
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