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... hung in the air.
"Sweetheart," Camilla stood by the windowsill, the breeze tousling her hair as her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
"Grandfather has indeed been poisoned."
Sinclair exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his sharp gaze darkening with a bone-chilling intensity.
After a long pause, his voice finally emerged—hoarse and heavy.
"How bad is it?"
Hearing the guilt laced in his tone, Camilla’s heart ached.
"We caught it in time. It’s no ...
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