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Auteur: Olly Dy
last update Date de publication: 2025-11-17 22:52:45

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Avery's face changed. The vulnerability that had been there moments before vanished, replaced by something harder. Sharper. She looked Liam directly in the eyes, her jaw set.

"I didn't make your father do anything," she said, her voice steady. Clear. "He made the decision himself. And I can't certainly control someone's big decision. That's on him. Not me."

Her response was sharp. Reasonable even. The kind of answer that would hold up under cross-examination.

But Liam wasn't
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I hope Jackson dont have any amnesia or long-term disability.
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