Kyle's face flushed a violent, burning red.Above all else, he had wanted Paige's approval.Yet at the end of the day, Paige had never respected him for a single second.His prized sports cars, his luxury watches, his high-rolling landlord lifestyle—to Paige, it was all nothing more than a pathetic, clumsy act.Downstairs, the wailing siren of an ambulance cut through the air.Paramedics hurried up the stairs carrying a stretcher. As Mrs. Gable was carefully lifted onto it, she reached out and caught my hand."Don't you worry about me, Liam," she whispered, "These old bones of mine aren't that fragile."I looked down at her pale face, a heavy knot tightening in my chest."Focus on getting better, Mrs. Gable," I said, "I'll take care of all the medical expenses."She shook her head over and over. "We can't have that. You weren't the one who pushed me."I tucked the blanket securely around her. "You got hurt because you were standing up for me."I'm not going to let you suffer
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