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Chapter 93

Author: Amycee
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Cassie wanted to talk, and I convinced Liam to let her.

That’s how we ended up in his living room – Liam and me on one sofa, Sophia in the armchair, Jay on the other side of the coffee table. Cassie sits opposite us like she’s been invited to a press conference.

She kept going, voice sugary but steady, about her doctor’s instructions, how the pregnancy was “high risk” and needed constant monitoring, and how her family wasn’t in the States to help.

The only movement in the room is Sophia, crossing and uncrossing her legs, throwing daggers with her eyes.

“Keep this short,” Sophia cut in. “Get to the point.”

Cassie’s mouth curves like she’s been waiting for the line. “I need a place to stay.”

Liam’s voice is calm, but it cuts clean. “Fine. I’ll get you a place. You stay there while this gets handled.”

“That would be pointless,” she said, tilting her head. “There’d be no one there with me.”

“I’ll make sure you have help,” Liam said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “A nurse will han
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