I piped up in my childish voice, "Why did you have to use Jocelyn to get a better life?"Mike whipped his head toward me, hatred, fear, and resentment flashing in his eyes. "This is all because of you. If it weren't for you, I would've pulled it off. How could a three-year-old know?"Dad's arms tightened around me.I blinked at Mike. "Because bad guys smell bad."Dad looked down at me, his eyes softening with worry.Mike looked completely unhinged. "I had everything planned out. My aunt would take the baby, and I'd stay at the hospital so no one would suspect me. Once things died down, I'd leave Glemston."I'd give her a new name and tell her I was the one who saved her. Then, when she grew up, I'd bring her back. The Hansons would compensate me for raising her. Why wouldn't it work?"Dad stared at him coldly. "Because she's not a tool. She's my daughter. She's the child my wife carried for nine months. She's Ivan's little sister. She's not a stepping stone to a better life."M
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