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WHEN PITY TURNS TO LOVE
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
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Pa Christopher’s expression shifted slightly as he prepared to deliver yet another bombshell. “There’s something else you need to know about Helena,” he said, his voice was steady but heavy with meaning.

Marvin’s brows furrowed, a mix of apprehension and curiosity started knotting in his chest. “What is it?”

“She’s a Richmond,” Pa Christopher revealed, his words were left hanging in the air like a heavy weight. “But she’s a distant member of our Richmond family.”

Marvin’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. “A Richmond?” he repeated, his voice was laced with disbelief. “She’s… one of us?”

Pa Christopher nodded. “Yes. Her father, the man who worked for me, was a descendant of the Richmond bloodline—far removed, but still connected. That makes Helena part of the family, but distantly enough that there’s no direct relation to you.”

Marvin leaned against the railing, processing the information. He was both surprised and, strangely, impressed.

To think Helena was tied to th
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