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85: A Help In Time

作者: FELZ
last update publish date: 2026-05-01 16:32:09

Elena’s POV

“Stay here,” my dad says before we can run after him to meet the doctor. “Don't panic, let me handle it.”

I want to nod and act as if I can just sit around and wait, but the anxiety eating me up shows as tremors.

“Easy—”

“Miss Elena,” the doctor innocently interrupts Riley. He faces me this time and frankly, I’m relieved. I leave the spot my dad has caged us and rush up to the doctor.

“The nurse will take you all to meet her.” He says softly and pats my shoulder.

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