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[25] The Only One Who Cared

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ELENA

"Then I'll head back to the office."

Edward glanced at the watch on his wrist before turning toward his mother.

"I'm leaving, Mom."

"Drive safely."

Erika reached up and gently patted the top of his head.

Without sparing me another glance, Edward walked out of the room. A few seconds later, his footsteps faded into the distance, followed by the sound of the mansion's front door opening and closing.

I remained where I was. Every time my swollen ankle bore my weight, a dull throb pulsed throu
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