CHAPTER 110 PART 2
Author: Al-Razzaq
last update2026-01-23 23:09:39

She knocked again, louder. "Diego?"

Still nothing.

Esperanza hesitated, then tried the door. Locked.

Real worry set in now. Was he sick? Hurt? Had the curse worsened?

She pulled out her phone to call him when she heard the front door open.

Diego appeared in the hallway, leaning on his crutches, his expression closed off in a way she hadn't seen since the early days after absorbing the curse.

"Diego!" Relief flooded through her. "Where have you been? I was worried—"

"Where have YOU been?" His re
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