Chapter 228
Author: I.khalid
last update2026-07-07 04:10:04

Even so, Natalie found it difficult to completely believe Mark's words.

She had accepted them — or had produced the specific, functional version of acceptance that allowed her to continue standing at this banquet rather than collapsing under the weight of what she was witnessing. But the acceptance was thin and she knew it, and the thinness was becoming more apparent with each passing minute.

She watched Lorenzo.

This was the specific problem with Mark's explanation — the problem she kept retur
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