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Chapter 450: Hugo’s downfall
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... ade into nothing more than a distant hum.
Cups clinked, soft music played somewhere in the background, and people laughed at nearby tables—but none of it reached Roseline.
Her entire world had narrowed down to the photograph in her trembling hands.
The image was old, slightly faded at the edges. A man stood at the center of it, tall and sharply dressed, his arm draped casually around a younger woman who smiled too brightly for comfort. And in her arms—a baby. Small. Wrapp ...
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