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058 Nothing Wrong With Some Human Kindness

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 10:56:17

(Serena)

“Well, this is the last place I expected to find you, Serena,” she says, her tone cold.

“I wasn’t told you’d be here.”

Her gaze locks onto me. “Why should you be?”

I stand up and gather my things. “Because James has arranged for me to be notified if you’re here, so I don’t have to be.”

“Really? James wouldn’t ever try and exclude me from seeing people important to him.”

“He wasn’t trying to stop you seeing anyone. I just didn’t want to see you.”

“I can assure you, the feeling is mutual. Actually, I don’t believe you. James wouldn’t agree to that. You’re telling your lies again.”

My annoyance begins to rise but I swallow it down.

“Why are you here anyway? Trying to poison the IV line?” Margot asks.

“I wouldn’t dare stoop to your level,” I answer back coolly. “Savannah can answer any of your questions. I’m leaving.”

“I’ll give you both some time,” I say simply. “Let James know if you need anything, Savannah.”

I don’t glance back when I leave. I’m tempted to listen outside the d
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