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ICE SEVEN: I'M A DRUGGIE?

Author: SHINING
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-18 06:13:27

THANE’S POV:

I couldn’t even work my jaw where the punch had landed. My neck throbbed. My spine screamed. And all I could do was lie there, blinking up at the ceiling like some defenseless invalid.

"Has my father lost his damn mind?"

My mother lurched forward from the foot of the bed. “Harold—!”

“Don’t,” my father snapped without looking at her. He raised a hand not to strike, but to stop. She froze mid-step.

My father's gaze shifted to my brother, his eyes blazing with a warning: "don't even think about defending him." The unspoken message was clear, and my brother's eyes dropped in understanding. Then, my father's eyes turned back to me, filled with deep disappointment.

Vaughan stood near the window, arms crossed. He looked at me with pity.

Harold Slade, my father was a man you didn’t question. Towering. Square shoulders. Hair peppered with grey but always neatly combed. His presence alone filled any room and shrank it around you. Every inch of him was polished, composed, powerful.
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