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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Ann Witty's Pov

"Where are you dressed up?"

Simon Witty walks up to me and holds my hands by the door handle

"You won't stop this time, I have endured a lot of it and now I want to find my daughter"

I say, trying to withdraw my hands from him

"Please do not, I am into the matter. We have to wait for his call before we react"

He pleads with me this time, draws me close to her

I don't know if I can hate him for putting my only daughter in a dangerous act all in the name of freedom, yet I can see the pain and sadness all over his face then I figure out it has not been easy on him to get over the issue or handle it amicably.

He pats my back as tears roll down from my eyes

"You can go ahead and hate me so bad, I deserve it"

He says, still patting my back on his chest

"I only yearned for her to be free and cheerful. I never thought it would turn this way"

He continues, putting his left hand on her forehead

"you are running temperature, my dear mate"

He moves my body away from him still f
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