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... ke this, “Camila, she didn’t do anything to me. I just suddenly felt weak and fainted. Thanks to her, she brought me here to rest.”

If it weren’t for her, Angela might have tumbled down the escalator, resulting in unimaginable consequences.

Camila Walker turned to look at her mother. Despite the truth in her words, how could she possibly swallow the resentment in her heart?

Because of this woman standing in front of her, she had become a laughingstock in the eyes of other ...

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