Chapter Twenty-Six
"Mike, why would you even think of doing such a thing?!" Amanda Edgeton thundered. "Look, I don't need your permission on how to do my stuffs, so face off!" came the reply of Michael Edgeton. He paced about in the room, and slowly raised the cigarette in-between his forefinger and middle finger to his mouth. Then, he deeped his hand into his waistcoat and fished for his lighter. Unsuccessful with that pocket, he moved to the other, then to his trouser pockets where he found it in the left side of it. Amanda Edgeton stared at her husband in confusion, hatred and hopelessness mixed with love and pity, still holding the single documented file in her right hand. "Yeah, that's what you've been saying: not ever wanting a permission. Whereas all I've ever wanted was your love and consideratio
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