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Chapter 10

作者: Washing Wheat
Eventually, I came clean to Milana, and Ingrid also helped explain the situation. She was a victim too. Noticing her pallid complexion as she knelt on the cold marble tiles, my chest tightened out of nowhere.

Milana had finally forgiven me, and I had been happy. Yet, on the day I fired Ingrid, I felt reluctant to let her go.

Realizing that something was off about me, I still rejected Ingrid when she begged me to let her stay.

"Mr. Franklin, please, I beg you, don't fire me! I'll do anythin
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