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Chloe"You, unfortunate, stupid woman. What have you done?"The voice yelled. I blinked, my vision blurry, and slowly forced my eyes open. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, I hadn’t eaten in two days. Even the nurses had stopped trying to convince me."I'm talking to you!" the voice snapped again. "Can't you hear me? Did you lose your tongue like you lost that child?"I flinched, instinctively recoiling. “M-Mother…” I reached out without thinking.A hard slap stung across my hand, and I gasped.“I’m not your mother, you bastard.” She hissed.I bit my dry lips and I stared at Logan’s mother. Her eyes had never held kindness towards me, even right now, she is staring at me with disgust.“She has the nerve to speak,” Layla, my sister-in-law scoffed from behind her. “She should be hiding in shame. Who loses a child and still dares to look anyone in the eye?”“She’s nothing,” his mother continued, stepping closer. “You lost the next heir to the White family. Do you even understand what you’
