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Chapter 97

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-24 18:17:10

ELISHA’S POV

“Let’s leave…” I said softly.

Anthony turned to me, confused at first. “Now? We’re in the middle of—”

“I don’t feel too great,” I said.

He looked at me for only a second longer before nodding. “Got it. Let’s go.”

That was it. No argument. No ‘Are you sure?’ or ‘It’ll be rude to leave.’ No suspicious probing or guilt-laced sighs.

Just a quiet, firm agreement.

I was stunned.

For a second, I’d forgotten how many rehearsed points I had lined up in my head—prepared rebuttals for a battle I assumed I’d need to fight.

But there was no war. No resistance. He simply turned to the aide beside him and asked for the car.

Only Natalie had ever had this kind of influence over him before. The realization stirred something in me. Not warmth. Not satisfaction. Something like grief. Or guilt. Or... confusion.

But I shoved it away.

I couldn’t afford softness.

Not for him. Not anymore.

The car was already waiting by the time we exited through the rear of the hospital. The driver opened the
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