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what you were doing!”
One lawyer handed me legal papers.
“Petition for elder abuse and coercion,” he announced.
Vivien smirked cruelly.
“And social services may also be interested in your ability to raise a child after marrying a dying millionaire for money.”
Rage exploded through me.
“Don’t you dare threaten my son.”
“Then leave quietly,” she snapped, “before continue reading …
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