The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize

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hen walked in, holding a clip

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s nodded

e clipboard on the bed and pulled a small white device from her pocket. S

abbing Elenor's hand. "You

and alert. The fragility was g

We'll tell everyone the trauma from the crash caused temporary aphonia. It gives you a physical re

from the bedside table. S

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ugh the paper. Gone. T

again. My

owered her voice further. "And the baby... is fine too. The heartbeat is strong.

l Hilliard I have amnesia. D

hy? He's your husband. He

The Analyst, he won't protect me. He will lo

ighed, rubbing her temples.

last thing. I n

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n by Sophie-buzzed under the

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ed the scre

"Okay. Okay. We ha

er an emergency MRI. The guards can't come into t

oor and shouted, "Get a gurney! Patient is showing si

ard. "Mr. Blackburn sai

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tated. Then, th

er lashes flutter weakly against her cheeks. But under the shee