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Chapter 191

Author: Rikki
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-31 22:12:40

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

Five days had passed since Karline’s meeting with Daniel, yet the weight of everything that had happened, and everything still unfolding, sat heavily on her chest.

She was back in the hospital again.

The familiar antiseptic smell lingered in the air, sharp and unforgiving, mixing with the quiet beeping of machines and the low murmur of nurses moving down the corridor.

Ethan’s procedures had grown more intense over the past week, longer hours, deeper exhaustion, mome
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