The True Heiress Returns After Divorce

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marble island in the penthouse kitchen. Th

her again, sharper this

. The impact sent a shockwave up her spine, but it wa

sweat instantly soaked through the thin silk of her

d out. Her fingers brushed against the co

l button for Daxton. Her

gasped to th

filled the silence. Please le

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stench of bleach bur

her heavy e

pierced her eyes. The steady, rhythmic beep... beep..

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oor-to-ceiling window. The bespoke charcoal sui

. She tried to push his name out

hers. There was no warmth in them. No relief. He looke

vans walked in, a metal clipboard in his

tight. "Mrs. Ellis suffered a severe shock induced by

wed slightly. He di

next month?" Daxton's voice was a flat, emoti

hest. The tiny spark of hope that had just

at. "As long as she rests and follows the nutritional plan,

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t, pulling the heavy door shut

ell dead s

ing her weak, trembling body to sit up again

exactly where he was, his gaze sweeping over he

g you care about?" Emmie asked. He

s arm and adjusted the cu

"Do not forget that is the on

ospital bedsheets. She squeezed so

"I have been by your side for six years, Daxton. Two years as your w

king scoff. He took two s

of solid ice. "Do not beg for things that d

, glancing at his P

ng room," he stated.

gs carried him toward the door wit

oed in the room, leaving Emmie entir