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91. Cruel Message

Penulis: Sommy Nuela
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Alexa's POV

Elsie's chilling threat, claiming I had killed her mother, still gnawed at me. It was a vicious, confusing accusation that ripped through the fragile calm I'd found in my design work. But as the initial shock faded, a cold certainty settled in. Elsie was a pawn. Her anger, misguided as it was, stemmed from the rot that was my father's creation. And in a twisted way, her desperate message only confirmed one thing: his world was truly falling apart.

He was bleeding, financially and publicly. The fear in Elsie's voice was proof that my father was hurting. This wasn't a time for doubt or sentimentality. This was the moment to press the attack.

I pushed my design sketches aside, the colorful fabrics and flowing lines suddenly seeming trivial in the face of the escalating war. I found my father's contact in my phone, the name that had once represented safety, then betrayal, and now, pure hatred. I stared at it for a long moment, picturing his face, the smug arrogance that was no
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