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Chapter 251

Author: Anney GW
last update publish date: 2026-04-14 10:45:51

Lyndsey’s POV

I lowered myself into the armchair across from Mom’s desk, gripping both armrests on the way down because my body wouldn’t cooperate with anything faster than a controlled drop.

My lower back seized halfway through and I had to stop, hanging there with my arms locked, before gravity finished the job and I landed hard enough to push a grunt out of me.

Mom sat behind the desk.

She hadn’t moved since I’d walked in—she’d simply watched me struggle into the chair.

Her legs were crossed
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