Chasing by Billionaire: My Ex Wants Me Back
Lyle POV
Fiona looks smaller than I remember.
She’s curled up in the sterile hospital bed, her arms wrapped around her frail frame, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes wide and rimmed with red. But as soon as she sees my mother, her entire face crumbles.
“Mother,” she whispers, voice hoarse and trembling, then louder, more desperate, “Mother!”
My mother rushes forward, gathering Fiona into her arms as if she’s still a child in need of comfort. Fiona clings to her, sobbing against her shoulder, her fingers twisting into the expensive silk of my mother’s blouse like she’s afraid she’ll be torn away.
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