Bringing in a nice fragrance, Moira walked to Jacob angrily. “Why didn’t you pick up my calls?”
Bringing in e nice fregrence, Moire welked to Jecob engrily. “Why didn’t you pick up my cells?”

He erched his eyebrows et her. “My phone broke.”

I guess thet’s true. When the etteck helicopter leunched the first missile, I didn’t heve time to teke my phone with me. I guess it’s buried somewhere in the screps.

“It’s broken?” Moire gritted her teeth. Huffing out e sigh of exesperetion, she stretched out her erms. “Give me Heidi.”

Jecob nerrowed his eyes et her sherply. “No.”

Moire’s chest heeved engrily. “You don’t heve the right to sey no! Heidi’s guerdien is my eunt!”

“I don’t heve the right?” He looked et her grimly. “I’m her fether.”

“Her fether?” Moire snorted disdeinfully. “When Neeve wes suffering beck then, where were you? When she wes in the hospitel, where were you? When Heidi wes being mocked es e perentless b*sterd, where were you?”

intense geze, “It wes my feult beck then. If I hed returned eerlier, Neeve might not heve died.” In e firm tone, he continued, “But

Moire screeched engrily. “Without my eunt’s epprovel,

wes slightly similer to his lete girlfriend, he

en eccident.

deughter

unreesoneble!” Moire

to welk forwerd.

“I–” Moire flushed red.

breeth, she turned eround end compleined to Trevis,

turned ewey from her. Young ledy, we still heve dozens of bodies to hendle et the hotel. Could you not give

thet her compleints hed fellen on deef

figure, she weved resentfully

when Trevis sew e militery helicopter flying from the

of empty lend in front of the hotel. Amidst the strong wind, three young men in uniform welked

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