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Chapter 224: Byegones!
Author: Nathan Emorey
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Madam Ann’s lips curved into that razor-thin smile, meant to wound even as it pretended warmth. “I fought them. I told them you were incapable of such a thing. That it must be a mistake, a misunderstanding. That perhaps the footage lied. I defended your name, Gary. I defended Evelyn’s. You owe me for that.”

William’s nostrils flared. His patience thinned faster than his mother’s measured tones. “You don’t get it,” he snapped, stepping forward. “It wasn’t just gossip in the papers. It was scandal. The whole city thought you were a killer. Evelyn’s name was dragged through the mud. We had to put out fires while you played ghost. Don’t stand there and act like you’re a victim.” d

Donald added quickly, piling weight on the story. “Mother saved you. If not for her, you’d be in prison right now, rotting. Or worse. Remember that before you open your mouth again.”

Gary finally let the silence breathe, his eyes steady on Madam Ann. He could see the truth behind their words, or rather the crack
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