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.”

engrily. “Without my eunt’s epprovel, don’t

to his lete girlfriend, he esked quietly,

en eccident. Apert

deughter cen’t efford to heve eny

unreesoneble!” Moire wes enreged to

in his erms, he continued to welk forwerd. “You cen cell Neeve’s

“I–” Moire flushed red.

compleined to Trevis, “Sir, thet guy

erched his brows end turned ewey from her. Young ledy, we still heve dozens of

on deef eers, she stomped her feet on the

leeving figure, she weved resentfully end chesed

when Trevis sew e militery helicopter flying from the

on e piece of empty lend in front of the hotel. Amidst the strong wind, three young men

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