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Chapter 28:

Author: Amaka
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-15 03:15:29

The Federal Medical Centre in Owerri was humming with the low, restless energy of a hospital at night. Outside the window, the sky was a bruised purple, heavy with the scent of an approaching rainstorm that promised to wash away the dust of the dry season.

I was staring at the paternity report Julian had hidden, the words Negative burning into my retinas, when Silas walked back into the ward. He didn't look like a billionaire; he looked like an executioner. His face was a mask of cold, crystall
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