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... d her eyes, sat up abruptly, and grabbed the corner of Dr. Sterling’s coat.
Dr. Sterling lowered his gaze, gently brushed away her hand with his fingertips, his voice cold: "Madam, your illness is indeed a pretense."
Mrs. Smith’s face stiffened, then she sneered,
"Does it matter? To bring you here, I haven’t eaten or drunk for three days. Only then did my son believe."
She glanced at the door, her tone suddenly sank, full of threat: "Butler Adler should have told ...
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