CHAPTER 65
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"Enough to know that you could use the help." Preston glanced at his watch, a flash of expensive metal. "Look, I have other appointments. Take the card. Think about it. Call me when you're ready to stop living in poverty and actually provide for your daughter properly."

The condescension in his tone made Sophia's blood boil. "I provide for my daughter just fine, thank you. I work three jobs—"

"Three menial jobs that barely keep you above the poverty line," Preston interrupted, his pleasant faca
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