My Ex-husband Begged me to Save Him

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the back of her hand. Blood gus

old floor with her bare feet. She wa

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neon lights below displayed the mo

pinnacle of the bustling city,

had noth

baby was gone, and her

lost he

abandoned in the corn

ignore

time. Then it stopped and started a

he eventually walked o

number flashed

rly yet authoritative voice

a fr

osurgery expert, Professor Kenneth Rogers, who ha

tears flowed freely,

essed anger and concern. "That brat, Greg, has gone too far. Don't be

sobbed and collapsed to the floor. "My hand i

anyone else. As long as there's some nerve function remaining, there's hope. Even if it can't be treated h

I've s

void. Your core data from back then is backed up with me. It's a highly classified project.

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die for a scoun

se deserv

tears. A fire of revenge ignited in her eyes. "I wa

. There's a private plane to Anceburg at one o'clock in the early morning. Wait at the hospital'

nda looked out of the window, an

creet black car was parked at

and a hat. She successfully avoided all sur

she glanced back at the bri

ice on the top flo

se's "promotion," party

ames in her mind. "I will repay a hundredfold