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Chapter 0084

Ximena/Angela's POV

I sat on the veranda, or whatever they claimed to have led me to, but the fresh air helped ease my worry a little. The day was passing by quickly, and nothing seemed to be working out. No solid evidence for Hudson’s case, and no matching donor for Tristan’s transplant. Maybe the fresh air wasn’t enough; if it was, I wouldn’t be thinking so deeply right now. But the most frustrating part is the fact that I couldn’t see. If I had my sight, I’d be up and running, calling and visiting anyone I knew to help. How did I even lose my sight? The fall wasn’t that bad, compared to the one before I regained my memory. Is this some kind of divine test?

“Your phone is ringing, ma’am,” Penelope said, handing the phone to me.

“Who is calling?” I asked.

“Aunt Sadie,” she replied.

I picked up the call. “Good day, Aunt Sadie,” I greeted, my tone lightening up.

“Good day, Angela. How are you doing today?” she asked, concerned.
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