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Chapter 37

Hilary woke up with a dull ache in her chest, the weight of her father's words pressing down on her. The silence of her room felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the usual bustling energy of the morning. She slowly got out of bed, her limbs feeling heavy, her mind heavy with the weight of her father's wrath.

The breakfast table was a battlefield of unspoken tensions. Her father sat at the head of the table, his face unreadable, his gaze fixed on his plate. Her mother sat beside him, her eyes filled with concern, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Hilary took a seat, her gaze fixed on her plate, her heart heavy with despair.

"Eat something, darling," her father said, his voice a soft murmur, his tone laced with a hint of concern. "You need your strength."

Hilary sat there, her gaze fixed on her plate, her appetite gone, her stomach churning. She couldn’t face the food, she couldn’t face her parents, she couldn’t face the reality of her situation.

"Hilary," her mothe
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