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CHAPTER 12: THE LIMESTONE FORTRESS

ผู้เขียน: Kene Smart
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-02-28 06:47:35

ISLA'S POV

The "medical facility" looks nothing like a hospital.

It sits on the Upper East Side, a limestone fortress where the air smells of exhaust filtered through money. The entrance is marble, veined with gold that probably cost more than my yearly salary. Doormen in suits—tailored, expensive suits, not scrubs—nod respectfully as we approach.

Mom's wheelchair glides silently through the automatic doors into a lobby that smells of expensive flowers and old money.

"This is a hospital?" she w
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