A PLEA FOR SYMPATHY
Author: PRESTIGEEE
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CHAPTER 20 – A PLEA FOR SYMPATHY

Diana should’ve ignored the call.

She knew it, felt it in her gut, but the second Harry’s name flashed across her screen, her thumb betrayed her. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was that little, soft place in her chest that never stopped pitying him.

“It’s my mom.”

Her pulse quickened. She hated how his tone could still reel her in, how it always carried that trace of vulnerability that made her forget, just for a moment, the chaos he caused.

“What about her?”

“She’s… not well,” he said, the words breaking like he had to force them out. “Doctors say there’s nothing more they can do. These are her final days.”

The air caught in Diana’s lungs. She pressed her palm against her chest, a pang of sympathy blooming despite herself. “Oh, Harry… I—I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” he whispered bitterly. “I don’t tell people these things. But you… you’re different. You’re the only one I can talk to about it.”

Diana closed her eyes. Why did he have to sou
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