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chapter 399

作者: Deedson
last update publish date: 2026-10-01 19:23:12

Point of View: Alexander

"Mr. Sterling, please sit down. Your wife is asleep and the baby is breathing on her own. But there is something we need to talk about."

Dr. Patel took off her surgical cap, and her hair fell loose around her tired face. I had been standing in that waiting room for two hours and forty minutes. My shirt was ruined. My hands would not stop shaking.

"Something we need to talk about," I repeated. My voice sounded very far away. "What does that mean?"

"It means you have a da
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