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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?”

I’m fine.” Mavis’ response was

withdrew her hand, concealing the injury beneath the folds of her

moment, I’ll fetch a towel

with tissues before turning to retrieve

Angela’s Library

to roll

his gaze tracing the

eyes in apprehension of an unbidden

I’m alright. Please return to your

vulnerabilities from others was woven into Mavis’

a gunshot wound on your wrist.