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Chapter 8: The Promise

作者: Enhui
last update 公開日: 2026-05-29 17:09:40

Claire practically kicked the hospital door open.

Inside Room 402, Ethan was standing by the bed, looking like he was holding a live grenade. He had both his hands raised in surrender.

Raphael was sitting up, his face pale and furious. He had one hand firmly gripped around his IV tube, fully prepared to rip it out of his skin.

"I told you, she just went to get coffee!" Ethan pleaded. "Don't do it, man. If you bleed everywhere, Aunt Vivian is going to kill me!"

"It takes five minutes to get coff
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