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I stood up immediately and blocked the desk.
For once in my life, I wasn’t shaking from fear.
I was shaking from fury.
“Your father is dying on the floor,” I said coldly, “and you’re thinking about inheritance papers.”
Sirens echoed outside moments later.
Someone had called an ambulance.
Arthur was admitted to intensive care.
One week later, I found myself continue reading …
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