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♕ 3 R D P O V ♕ "Get out!" he barked. "Not until you let me meet him," she crossed her hand over her chest. "He is my son. Leave! Now!" he yelled, pointing toward the door. "He is my son, too," she argued. Fires of fury and hatred were smoldering in the small, narrowed eyes as he weighed the pros and cons of the various and creative means available to him for exacting revenge. "He is not your son. You lost that right the minute you left him on that hospital bed," he growled. "I left because I was forced to," she whimpered. The laughter evaporated from Walids eyes. Her blood drained, and her heart hammered erratically. She was never afraid of Walid's anger when it came as fire, for that burn hot and fast. She was deathly afraid of his ice. "By who?" "My brother, Usman." "Now what?
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