The man, dressed in a sharp black suit, walked into the fancy restaurant. He was in his late forties, tall and slender, with sandy hair.“Mrs. Claudia Smith?”“Yes, I'm Mrs. Smith.” Claudia gestured for him to sit down. “You must be the man looking for my daughter.”The man nodded. “Yes, I am. Just call me Miller.”Claudia Smith studied him carefully before lifting her chin and speaking. “I won’t beat around the bush. Tell me, are you her father? A relative?”“I’m not related to her. I was only hired to look for her.”“Well, Mr. Miller, it doesn't matter whether you're related to her or not. I'm just here to deliver the news… The girl you've been looking for… she's dead.”Miller's features remained impassive, but a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes. “That's unfortunate news for my client. How did she…?”Claudia cut him off with a wave of her hand. “It’s too painful for me to tell you the whole story, but she was very thin and sickly when I adopted her. It wasn't long before she succ
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