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132. Never Accept His Help

作者: MissGreen
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 23:11:52

The visitation room at the state prison felt colder than usual. Belle sat in the steel chair bolted to the floor, gripping the intercom receiver so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Behind the thick glass, clouded with years of scratches, the steel door opened.

Bastian walked in. His steps dragged slightly. His orange prison uniform hung loosely on his frame.

And his face...

Belle felt as though someone had driven a knife straight through her chest.

A dark purple bruise spread across his
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