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"Get in the car." Byron opens the car door.
"Where are we going?" Abigail stared at his side with a little frown.
"Home." His voice was shooting.
She did not question again and silently entered the car.
Byron walked to another side. Martin opens the car seat for him. After seated, Martin moved to the front seat and asked the driver to start the engine.
In the car, Abigail stared at her finger diamond and then focused on outside with a void gaze, while Byron emotionless glanced at her for a moment before moving his eye to outside the window view.
Martin silently looked at bot
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