"Missed me darling?" Ethan Hart asked, standing at the entrance and walked inside the house like he was the king walking inside to rule his territory. Sania ignored his words and asked, chattering her teeth in disdain. "Why are you here Mr Hart, I am very tired. If you can state the purpose of your arrival faster, I will be pleased because I have lots of work at home." Ethan chuckles. "I heard from the doctor that your husband is attached to the wheelchair and chances for him to get out of it are quite meager.” Sania tightened her lips, staring at Ethan with indignation. “Mr Hart, I remember you also said my husband is dead. But you see he is very much alive, breathing and under the same you are! Remember a lion is a lion and it is the king of the forest as long as it is alive. A jackal who drapes the skin of a lion cannot be the king just because it is wounded. Next time you come here, come with the correct information. Until then, have a great time Mr. Ethan Hart.” Sania was abou
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