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“Oh, my God, you're okay, you're okay…” he repeated like he was trying to console himself. “You do not go anywhere without me ever again.”

“Okay,” I agreed immediately.

“Please, please, you have to spare me,” Liam begged. “I haven't shown my boss anything. I still have the files I stole.”

“This is for the girl you killed,” Hilda pointed the gun at his head. “But first, who do I talk to if I want to go into the organ harvesting world.”

“My phone rang. The number was Felix Dental. There's no password on the phone,” Liam replied.

“That will be all then,” she said.

“No wait, Olivia please…”

She fired multiple rounds into his head. Out of fear, I hugged Lucas tightly.

“It's okay; he deserved it,” he assured me.

“So, you are not James's new wife,” Hilda said.

“No, ma'am,” I replied, still holding onto Lucas.

“Thank you for your help, Mom,” Lucas cooed. “If there's anything I can do to pay you back.”

“You don't need to pay,” she replied. “You already paid in full tonight. Just stay safe, okay?”

“Okay,” he said.

“And don't let this get to your head, making you think that we are close or something,” she warned as she left the room. “Tabitha is still my favorite.”

“Are you alright?” Lucas asked.

“Your family…” I shook my head; it could wait. “I'm just glad you're here.”

Chapter thirty-nine

The Good News

Lucas

I went to the manor to pick up some things I had left behind. I found Mother in the living room with Father.

“Lucas come sit with us,” Father invited. “Your mother here sang your praises.”

I had already gotten what I came for, but figured if I was going to live my life trusting my family members, I needed to start by lowering my goal a little - like 10%. I walked over to the couch and took a seat next to Mother.

“Cigarette?” she offered.

I accepted but just stared at the stick.

“I didn't actually expect you to sit down,” Father said. “Now, I don't have a speech ready.”

“I want to get married,” I said. “I want to have a family of my own.”

They exchanged glances.

“You don't have to start with the heavy stuff,” Mother said as she put out her light.

“What's the deal?” Father asked. “You would be making a mistake you know? I made that mistake three times. The first one still hurts.”

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