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What are the chances of running into your late father at the airport?

작가: Kanny
last update 최신 업데이트: 2024-09-21 21:16:32

Ivory had just arrived at Grenville airport. She had left Greenville as a captive of a certain heartless man— a man whose name she would never speak of, and a divorced wife of a disgusting husband.

Today, she was returning as a mother, a freedwoman, a survivor, and a hundred million dollars rich.

Marvin wrapped his hands around her little finger, clinging to her side as they made their way through the bustle of the town.

Ivory had forgotten just how different Greenville was to Ovieto until she stepped out of the terminal and was hit by the decibels of noise made by people and moving vehicles.

“Don’t let go of my hand, baby,” she said, glancing at the address that Willis had given her.

She was regretful for how she snapped at Willis, he had been a great help to her for the last five years. Seeing Arlo had not only ruined her mood, her mind, and her heart, it made her completely disoriented.

“Look, Mommy, look!” Marvin exclaimed, pointing at a boy in a scooter who was driving past
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