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Madine returned home. Liam and Clara were already distressed at this time. She stepped into the house, limping. Her legs were still aching her. When Liam saw her, he marched to her with worry etched on his face.

“Where did you go?” He asked, snaking his hand around her waist and pulling her to the couch.

“I saw them.” Madine sobbed.

“Who did you see?” Clara sat by her side, caressing her hands.

“I saw my children. I saw them with Tristan, he likes them, Clara, he loves them.” She smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. Clara beamed and caressed her hair.

“Nadine didn't see you right?” Liam asked. Madine shook her head.

“She didn't.”

“Good.” Liam sighed and sat next to Madine.

“How do we intend to make Nadine give consent to you using Madine’s face on your sister?” Clara asked, looking at Liam who ran his palm down his face.

Madine raised her brows, confused by what she said.

“Your sister?” Madine asked.

“Liam’s sister is Alana Stitches, the famous fashion designer who won va