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Chapter 95

Author: Kayla Sango
The grand entry hall of the Kensington estate welcomed us with its silent luxury, the marble floors reflecting our figures like discreet mirrors. Christian kept his hand at my back, a gesture of support that had become almost instinctive over the past few hours.

"Viral infection," he said, repeating Dr. Mendes's diagnosis as if still processing it. "At least now we know what's been causing the nausea."

"Everything's always a virus," I replied with a faint smile, slipping off my shoes to feel
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