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“I’m truly innocent. Loyalty to my friends has been a lifelong principle.”

In this moment, the server, adorned with a genial smile, arrived bearing an oval platter.

“Here you are, sir. The last dish you requested,” the waiter announced.

Yet the table seemed inadequate for the grandeur of the dish. To assist the waiter, Mavis opted to maneuver a pot of soup to a corner of the table. Crafted from earthenware, the pot was unexpectedly weighty. Moreover, her hand, still tender from a gunshot wound, struggled to provide the necessary strength.

A resounding crash punctuated the air as the pot met the floor, sending tendrils of soup in every direction.

“Careful!” The waiter’s warning carried genuine concern.

Without delay, Harlan seized her hand, appraising it with practiced thoroughness.

“Are you hurt?”

Mavis’ response

promptly withdrew her hand, concealing the

moment, I’ll fetch a towel

the waiter swabbed the table with tissues before turning to

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bowed, Mavis availed herself of the opportunity to roll

moved closer, his gaze tracing the line

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