~Camila’s POV~

“You get here smelling strongly of alcohol. What was a little boy like that doing alone in the street? Do you consider yourself to be a father? You were out having a blast while your kid came dangerously close to being hit by a car. What kind of parent are you? ” He fixed me with a bewitching glare. I was aware that he was exerting self-control as a result of my gender, but I would not allow this.

“Simply express gratitude to God. You are a woman. If not, I could have killed you right here today and never ever try that again. If you do, I vow I will overlook the fact that you’re a woman.” The doctor entered just as I was going to throw a punch at him.

“Mrs. Grayston, you omitted to include your relationship with the patient. You are not required to exit the room. You may inform me and I will take care of everything for you.”

“I am his mother.”

“I appreciate it, Mrs. Grayston.” The guy’s eyes widened and he wanted to speak, but I needed to silence this man whore before he vomited whatever garbage he was carrying.

“Do you want to urge that?” I saw his face turning frigid and trust me saying I’m the boy’s mother made him so angry. Trust me he already killed me in his heart. I’m dead, I know. He stormed out of the ward, pounding on the ward door, “arrogant asshole!” I murmured.

much did he hear? I want the earth to

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of his poison in one hand and his trousers in the other. He leaned forwards to stare out the window, his gaze fixed on his customary place on the San Diego Boulevard. Whenever he stepped on the place, the consequence was always negative. He assigned the view to mastermind. His whole body stiffened as he considered what he would do this time. His gaze scanned the street in search of inspiration. He grinned and sipped his poison when he discovered none. He walked over to his office mirror, pouting as he examined the fingerprints his little wife had left on his face. “You’ve

me, and gets away with it.” While he was scrubbing the fingerprints off his now-red face,

binge

my wife, and I’ve come up with

would you want to punish your wife if you

by coincidence, and she

your wife. I need

doubt. I never desired to be trapped with her, but she will now be compelled to come to play mother to Liam. I’m going back

his way to the hospital. He peered into the two’s conversation as he entered Liam’s ward. Camila was pressing

children at

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