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Chapter 7

Auteur: Cocojam
With Liam stunned into silence, I decided to tell him everything.

"Twenty years ago, your birth mother was an employee at my father's company." My voice was flat. "She was under a lot of pressure. She set a fire at the office and killed herself. My mother was badly burned trying to save people. She didn't make it."

Liam's face grew even paler.

"Before she died, your mother left you, a newborn baby, on our doorstep."

"I was eight years old. I begged my father to keep you." A flash of pain crossed
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