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“You can never commit suicide; you are all I have,” professor MacPherson said as he followed Ayla in the back. As Ayla was about to open the door of her room, Professor MacPherson held her hand and dragged her to himself. He cuddled round her and said, “I have treasured and still treasure you, Ayla. I don’t treasure you because of your beauty; instead, I treasure you because of your smile. Recently, the smile has ceased and your beauty has been fading off. I would love to see you smile again; it makes you beautiful, you know.”
“Dad, I can never smile until I see my mum,” Ayla said. She escaped from professor MacPherson’s arms and opened the door. She padlocked the door from behind and sauntered towards her bed. “Ayla, open this door for me!” prof
