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... past. Mistakes has been done and sadly, there's nothing we can do right now. Grace should have known better than to behave like that," he didn't want to rub salt against his wife's wound but that was the truth. Maggi had no problem with Penelope and it was Grace's action that had put her where she was today.

"Let's look at the positive side that Grace is still breathing," he rubbed Fleurance's shoulder who broke down in tears.

Penny and Damien walked out of the room after a whil ...

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