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the bathroom door handle. My min

ime to visit Albert. He looked refreshed, mo

have anot

out Lucien and I were going to Switzerland.

" Lucien said in a flat tone. His face wa

s from the suitcase-for me and Luc

, while Lucien was still wear

he suitcase and left the room. We were pi

was heard

le

came out of eith

in front of me. He didn't turn h

ing. Inside the private jet, cell ph

ope your grandfather-in-law recovers

Marc," I rep

Ser. Take care

, Ma

ahead, hoping for a reaction fro

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dn't

ined fixed st

ok in as much oxygen as possible to m

He looked down, not a

," he sai

lids began to well up. I

e you okay?" Lucien asked

orry... you... can't visit him. Hopefully, G

st. Albert wouldn't even give her his

I immediately shifted my gaze to the phone in my hand. He w

ttendant offered me a meal. I had absolutely no appeti

g to eat to get me through t

Lucien was looking in my direction. He quickly looked away when

Lucien, he devoured it. I took a smal

crybaby when it

d an espresso for hi

moment the coffee

il we arrived in Paris. He k

car was already waiting; we d

re was no longer any insistence on holding hands, as wa

saw Lucien hugging Valérie. The woman was sobbing,

s Gra

swered my

stant, came in from outside a

ere. The Big Boss kept mutterin

y's words, including Lucien. The