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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY

Author: Grace Kelly
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-18 22:15:25

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Deep down, Alaric knew he was supposed to ask his mother questions, but he didnt, Instead, he nodded.

“Fine.” He replied, taking his eyes off her to land on his phone, which he had picked up.

Bianca’s heart squeezed from the pain, and tears stung her eyes. Some of her wanted to reach out to him, but she knew life wasn’t a fantasy. She had bitten more than she could chew countless times, and now it was time for her to pay back, even if it would kill her.

“Goodbye, son.” She mumbled loud enough for him to hear before walking out of the room and back to her room.

Her luggage was packed and placed at the door. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the good memories she had in the house flashed through her mind. She would treat them equally if she could turn back the hands of time.

But was she a mother? Which type of mother couldn’t differentiate her twins?

When she had noticed that Alaric wasn’t smiling much after the accident, she had thought it was due to the trauma, but
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