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75. Family
The word ‘sister’ brought more discomfort to Gray Stewart’s already uncomfortable feeling. “Don’t fucking call me sister,” she thought. “I’m not a nun.”
“You look exasperated,” uttered the man, then he made his hand into a point and lightly poked her forehead as he leaned closer. “Or is it because you’ve turned ugly from the last time I saw you?” He pulled back his hand and straightened his back. “I can’t believe you tarnished our sublime face.” He glared down at her. “You really look pathetic. You make me sick.”
“You fucker,” thought Gray to herself. “What the hell did you even come here for?”
He sat on a chair beside the hospital bed and crossed his legs as he leaned back. “I would have transferred you to a prestigious hospital.” He wandered his eyes around the room. “This place looks rotten befit
LeemaWhat do you think of Gray's twin brother? I think...I think his name is very weird hahahah. But don't worry, there's a reason why I named him that (aside from I'm bad with naming characters) *awkward smile*
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