CHAPTER 145 2Nd Mother

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The CEO

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I had changed into another outfit as I sat on the bed in my room. I constantly rubbed my hands, although they were clean. I could still feel Zach’s blood on my hand. How could I lose control? How could I hurt him? I smacked my head with my hand, letting out a grunt.

Tracy trudged in. She only kept thinner and paler. “How are you doing?”

“How is Zach? Is he up?” My fingers fidgeted.

“No.” She tossed a file to me. “That’s the rest of my company.”

“Why are you giving me?”

Tracy’s expression softened. “Damon, I can die any moment. I need to leave my company with someone competent.” A weak smile stretched her lip. “Now let go and take your freedom from your father.” She gripped my hand, a failed attempt to pull me up.

My chest tightened; this heart of mine had experienced too much pain. Another gloominess lingered at the mention of her dying any moment. I was too