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80. MINE
Alexander’s POV
It has been forty eight hours since I last saw her. This dickhead doctor, Dr. Neilson, MBBS, MS and whatever the hell that followed his name on the name plate has kept me under observation saying that I was taking too much stress. I was thinking about Celia. Like always. Xavier has confessed everything to her. She still hasn’t come to visit me yet. It made me worried if she would ever come. What if she decided to give upon us? She has been through too many terrible things. I don’t know how I could have survived if I witnessed the death of my twins, lost the only work I know how to do and mostly, feel betrayed by the only family I had. It’s too much to take in. After a hell lot of scanning, ECG and EEGs, I am finally home. To my surprise Sasha was already there. Last time when I checked, she was in New York. She immediately rose from the couch she has been sitting and ran towards me to engulf me into a huge hug. She stood on her tiptoes to reac
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