Chapter 374
Author: Pen thinker
last update2026-07-12 17:22:20

The three of them were talking over each other now, their voices blending into a single stream of accusation and judgment, building off each other's anger, feeding off the collective outrage in the room.

But Melissa—Melissa was not looking at them.

Was not responding to them.

Was looking at Raymond.

And on her face was an expression that was complex, layered concern yes, visible concern about where this was going, but underneath that concern something else. Something that looked almost like

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