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Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 57
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Chapter 57 Ensure

When Caylie thought about how her efforts over the past two years were about to be for naught, sorrow

flooded her heart.

Emrys asked with a grin upon seeing the gloomy expression on her countenance. “Why do you look

unhappy again, Caylie? Who pissed you off? I’ll murder them.”

In

response, she pinched him. “Are you a barbarian? Violence shouldn’t be your first option to solve

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problems.”

He chuckled. “I’m just worried about you, same as the others. If anyone dares to bully my older sisters,

I’ll kill them.”

“Is talking nonsense all you know?” Despite her words, she still felt happy to hear that. I always feel like

I can depend on him.

“Tell me, what can I help you with, Caylie?”

Since he insisted, Caylie informed him of her exchange with Lincoln earlier.

Emrys smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Caylie. I’ll ensure he won’t be able to open his clinic.”

“Who do you think you are, the Chief of the Department of Health?” She glared at him.

“You don’t believe me, Caylie?”

“Yes,

yes, I do. If you say you can pluck the stars from the sky, I’ll believe you, too.”

Instead of explaining further, he merely said, “I’m feeling hungry right now, so I’ll be going out to buy

some food.”

Then he left Apricot Hall.

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The moment he stepped out of the building, the look in his eyes turned frigid. That d*mned Lincoln! It

seems like I didn’t hit him hard enough last time, considering he had the guts to bully Caylie again! I

guess he’s just too eager to meet Hades!

Meanwhile, Patrick woke up with a splitting headache at noon after puking all day.

He ignored the pain and hastily summoned Randal.

When he saw his son, he was taken aback because his son’s head was wrapped in gauze. “Was Mr.

Lund the one who injured you?”

There was fear in Patrick’s tone not anger.

Randal shook his head. “No. This is my own fault.”

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