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After hanging up the phone, Emily sat on the sofa in her clinic, looking out the window, her heart still inexplicably tense.
She knew this was not a simple afternoon tea; it was more like a trial from the original wife, and those blueberry muffins seemed to her no different than the "poison apple" in Snow White’s hands.
At two in the afternoon, Emily, with a nervous heart, drove her Subaru back to "W ...
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