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Chapter 213

Author: Zai
last update publish date: 2026-05-06 07:02:59

Sean and I moved aside as Anna emerged, supported by Rachel with Clayton following close behind. Even in her loose coat, her pregnant belly was unmistakable. Her face was pale from exhaustion, but her expression remained resolute.

Glasses Guy's jaw dropped. "That's impossible. I was told she left hours ago..."

"Who told you our CEO had left?" Sean's voice was ice-cold. "Ms. Shaw has been here since we first received news of the accident. She hasn't even had dinner except for sharing food wi
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