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His Mother Pushes

Author: Luna Hart
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CHAPTER 15

Margot arrived on a Tuesday.

Not announced as a visit. Announced as a fact.

Ms. Chen informed Elara just after lunch, her tone as neutral as always. "Mrs. Blackmere, Mrs. Margot Blackmere will be joining you for tea at three."

Elara looked up from her laptop. "Joining me."

"Yes, ma'am."

It was not a question. It was not an invitation. It was a schedule.

Elara closed her laptop slowly. "Is Rowan aware."

Ms. Chen paused for a fraction of a second, then answered carefully. "Mr. Blackme
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