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Chloe couldn't bear to imagine the pain Nora and little Joy would endure if the rumors were true. Unable to sleep, she slipped out of her room to fix a glass of warm milk, hoping it would quiet her racing mind. She was halfway through the glass when Xavier returned. As they crossed paths, the sharp, heavy scent of alcohol hit her. "You've been drinking?" she asked instinctively. Perhaps because of Liam Martin’s severe allergy, she had become hypersensitive to the smell of liquor. Xavier didn't even grant her a glance, striding past her with cold indifference. "How rude," Chloe whispered to herself, sighing as she drained the rest of the milk. She was turning to head back to the nursery when a violent thud echoed from Xavier’s suite. It sounded like something heavy had crashed to the fl

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