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Penulis: Olly Dy
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Outside the new hospital, the air felt too quiet, like the world held its breath for what was coming.

Eight black SUVs roared up the drive like a storm, the engines snarling before they cut off in unison.

Doors slammed, heavy boots hit the pavement, and out stepped Grandpa Edward Audrey, leading the pack like a goddamn warlord.

His cane tapped the ground with authority as he strolled toward the entrance, his entourage a ripple of dark suits and watchful eyes.

The hospital staff froze for a second, then snapped to action, ushering him inside.

A medical supervisor, a lanky guy with a clipboard that looked like it weighed more than he did, hustled up to him.

"Mr. Audrey," the supervisor started, voice trembling just enough to show respect—or fear.

Edward nodded but kept walking, his sharp gaze sweeping the hospital like he owned it.

Maybe he didn’t on paper, but everyone knew that money and power made the rules, and Edward Audrey had both in spades.

The supervisor
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  • The Loveless Contractive Marriage   67

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  • The Loveless Contractive Marriage   66

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  • The Loveless Contractive Marriage   65

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  • The Loveless Contractive Marriage   64

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  • The Loveless Contractive Marriage   63

    Chapter 63 — Old Wounds, New FireLorenzo’s phone buzzed violently on the polished mahogany table, its vibration slicing through the tension that had momentarily cooled. The name on the screen sent a slow, cold fury boiling in his chest.Sophia.He didn’t pick it at first. Just stared at the name like it was a ghost that owed him blood.Zia caught the flicker in his eyes. “Who is it?”He didn’t answer. Instead, he snatched the phone and stood, stalking out of the boardroom like a silent hurricane. The hallway was empty, clinical in its silence, but the rage in Lorenzo’s steps made the walls pulse.He picked the call.And didn’t say a word.Her voice came first—soft, breathy, rehearsed. “Lorenzo…”He exhaled, but it sounded like thunder.“You have the nerve,” he said, his voice low, controlled, almost quiet—yet blistering with venom. “You have the gall to call me now?”“Lorenzo, please… I didn’t know who else to—”“You didn’t know?” His laugh was dry. “You didn’t know when you dragged

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