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... state.
The personal doctor knocked on the door to the lounge.
"Come in." Dylan Wellington tucked the blanket around Skye Brown, who lay unconscious on the bed, and said in a deep voice.
He had left too hurriedly earlier and didn’t have time to ask someone to prepare antipyretic medicine for Skye Brown.
Now, looking at the increasingly pale face of the woman, feeling the burning heat in her palm, and thinking of the shocking bloodstains.
Dylan Wellington’s ...
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