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es, was at Gilbert' s bedside, her team of specialists already poring over his scans. My father was whisked away t

as he having me watched? The thought sent a chill down my spine. It felt like a

ing that pseudo-benevolent tone he used when he wanted to appear magn

ed, my voice tight. "So, n

don't need to worry about anything. Just focus on his recovery." His words wer

elt less like a gift and more like a carefully baited trap. But what cho

ervous smile, informed me that "Mr. Vinson has pre-paid all estimated expenses. You won't have to worry about a thing." It w

suffocating. He wasn' t just saving my father; he was holding my father' s life over my head, a const

rile waiting room, my phone

in on Gilbert. Cameron's been so worried. It's truly touching, isn't it? He always had such a

Hailee?" I asked, m

"Cameron's doing so much. He's even postponing our Aspen trip. Imagine! All for

g in the air, weighted

d, her voice dripping with false concern. "Bringing you back into the fold, so

abilitating my image? W

nt Emilia Todd, not... that other thing. He thinks it's the least he can do to atone for his 'guilt'." She paused, let

narrative, to erase his own complicity by painting himself as my savior. He was going to gaslight th

just manipulating me; he was planning to manipulate th

her and Cameron, arms around each other, laughing, their faces pressed close. The captio

he nearest bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before bile rose in my throat. I vomit