A week later, Tracie showed up at my door, dragging Everett along to apologize. He was deathly pale, barely conscious, and looked like he was clinging to his last breath.Her men forced him to his knees, and her eyes were swollen from crying. "I'm sorry, Aston. I've looked into everything, so now, I know that he's been the mastermind behind everything."All these years, he's been exploiting our sympathy and trying to take your place in our hearts. I gave him what he wanted and made him donate all the blood he never gave, so are you satisfied now?"From the balcony, I could see the needle marks covering Everett's arms and couldn't help but lament how frightening Tracie's ruthlessness was. But now, a delayed apology meant nothing to me.As I looked at the scene, all I was concerned about was whether the noise outside the gates would disturb Jayne and affect her pregnancy. When I returned to the bedroom and saw her sleeping soundly, I finally felt at ease.After tucking her in, I t
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