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Chapter Sixty-Nine
Author: Aura Lyr
last update2025-11-15 20:27:28

The automatic doors of Haven Oaks slid open with a soft hiss, letting in a draft of cool, sterile air.

Rico often wore a disguise when he came to see his mum and that protected his identity.

No one knew that the man who had Eleanor Devi here, was the Rico West coming in now.

The moment he stepped inside with Damian, every pair of eyes in the lobby shifted toward them.

Recognition lingered somewhere beneath the surface, whispers rising, nurses straightening, a receptionist pausing mid-sentence, but no one could place him.

The West family carried weight, authority, a tension that people felt even before they understood why. Yet the disguise kept Rico’s identity concealed, allowing him to move unobserved.

Rico barely acknowledged any of it. He wasn’t irritated or bothered; he was too focused to care. His phone vibrated once in his pocket. He checked the screen immediately. It was the reply he had been waiting for.

"Make sure no one knows her room," he had typed earlier. "She m
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