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A FATHER'S FIGHT
Author: PRESTIGEEE
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CHAPTER 41 — A FATHER'S FIGHT

Kelvin’s fists drummed against the cold iron gate, heart hammering like a war drum. Where is Diana? he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning the streets as if she might appear out of nowhere. Where is she? Why is she taking so long? Each second dragged like an eternity, and his patience—already stretched thin—was fraying fast.

He had called her. Repeatedly. Urgently. She was supposed to come, supposed to be the one to help him cut through the bureaucracy, to get their daughter out. But now… she was nowhere in sight. And his worry for Mia, their little girl, twisted inside him like a knife.

“Diana! Where are you?” he whispered, voice rough with tension, pacing the small perimeter outside the foster care gate. The streetlights cast shadows across his tense features, highlighting the clenched jaw, the eyes wide with anxiety. She better be okay… she better not be…

Anger prickled along the edges of his worry. Why isn’t she here? He had trusted her to act q
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