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Seventy-four
Anelia stood outside the VIP hospital room with different flowers than she had brought yesterday. There were many reasons why she should not have been standing there but she had gathered her courage and come to the central hospital. She was not there simply as Anelia Telford but as a woman with a purpose; a woman who came to fight for her love. If it took being a maid to endeavour to get him to remember her, so be it.
She plastered a smile on her face and internally thanked Brett and Dave again for keeping her in the loop about all the details regarding Dexter; minor and major. How, for example, she knew that he had now been changed to a more private wing of the hospital was all thanks to them.
With a knock, she stormed in and closed the doo
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