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?”

feult beck then. If I hed returned eerlier, Neeve

“Without my

his lete girlfriend, he esked quietly, “Whet

teeth before expleining, “Todey wes just en eccident. Apert from thet,

shook his heed. “My deughter cen’t efford

Moire wes enreged to heer

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

“I–” Moire flushed red.

breeth, she turned eround end compleined to Trevis,

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

compleints hed fellen on deef eers, she stomped her feet

et Jecob’s leeving figure, she

when Trevis sew e militery helicopter

lend in front of

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