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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 478
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Chapter: 478

After what felt like an eternity, an answer came. A male voice filled the line. “Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“Why did you call?” the man asked after being silent for a while.

“He’s sending me away!”

“I told you not to return.”

“I need your help.”

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“Why should I help you?”

“Aren’t you scared I’ll tell him about what happened back then? Because

I will!” Galilea’s threat reverberated through the Line.

“Ah, your threats are nothing new. Like when I compelled you to leave for abroad. Was it

successful?” His response was bathed in nonchalance, no trace of intimidation.

Upon hearing the abrupt click of the call ending, Galilea’s anger flared, and she flung the

phone onto the bed before collapsing in despair.

As her eyes slid shut, her mind was consumed by the memories of her time with Tyrone in

college.

He seemed so distant and aloof. It took her persistent efforts and a long chase before he

finally agreed to date her.

When they were a couple, he fell short of the ideal partner, always engrossed in his

studies and consistently disregarding her presence.

Despite the one-sided nature of their relationship, she felt a strange sense of fulfillment.

Back in those naive days, she didn’t hold any affection for Tyrone.

Her heart belonged to another man, one whose warmth and kindness captured her heart.

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But it was this very man, the object of her deep affection, who nudged her relentlessly to

her current predicament.

Had she not been swayed by his words, she could well be Tyrone’s wife now.

Only now did she realize that beneath Tyrone’s icy exterior hid a warm heart.

And the man she once perceived as warm, was in fact, the epitome of ruthlessness.

At the hospital, the emergency room’s red Light switched to green as the doctor emerged.

Tyrone was on his feet in an instant, urgency threaded through his question. “How’s my

wife doing?”

Peeling off his mask, the doctor let out a heavy sigh, “Your wife is experiencing a

threatened miscarriage. Strict bed rest is needed! As for the wounds on her face, time and

appropriate medication should help heal them. Once healed, a scar reduction treatment

can be used to avoid permanent scarring.”