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with fake shock.
“At least,” Terrence said. “And it’s mine, Dad. All mine. She owed me. After everything I went through growing up poor while she scrubbed toilets for rich people—”
“We weren’t poor,” I said quietly. “We had enough.”
“Enough?” He laughed again, the sound ugly. “While that bastard Thorne lived in a mansion? While she knew where every penny continue reading …
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