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How did she survive?

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Takara's POV

While everyone was distracted with their own concerns, I slipped away into the bathroom to call home.

“Nii-san, ano onna wa mada ikiteru. Jiko de wa shinanakatta. Kore de mō kanojo o koroseru ka dō ka wakaranai. Vito ga kanojo ni genjū na keigo o tsukeru hazu dakara. Nii-san ga yatotta renchū wa yakutatazu da. Shigoto o matomo ni yaritogeru koto sura dekinakatta.”

(Brother, that woman is still alive. She didn’t die in the accident. Now I’m not sure if I’ll be able to kill her, b
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