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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

“Phoebe?”

Instead of the proud, commanding man that made brave hearts tremble and strong knees quake, the blue lipped, constipated looking man in front of me claimed to be my Father.

“What happened to you?” I rushed to his side in the large Queen sized bed and held his outstretched hand.

I studied his uneasy smile and thinning blond hair as my brows furrowed deeper. This is not right. There is no way my Father will be in this position. Where were the council? Why was no one attending to my Father? What were they feeding him?

“It’s nothing. I used up a lot of strength,” he croaked.

“On what?”

“Where have you been? Where did you go?” He might have been weak but his voice held that familiar strictness.

“Away from you. I can’t believe you!”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“You were trying to protect yourself.” I took in his pale appearance and sighed. “Let me get someone to treat you.”

When I rose to leave, he asked, “Why did you come back?”

Looking him in the eye, I answered, “Becaus
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