On the way to a dance competition 13

On the way to a dance competition 13

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Meanwhile, I had already faked my death and arrived at Meldora

That explosion

It was plannedsomething I had asked my biological father to arrange

Luke hated me and wanted revenge

So, I gave him what he wanted

I only hoped that when he finally learned the truth, he could bear the weight of losing me

As soon as I stepped off the plane, my father, Theodore Johnson, was already waiting. He was surrounded by the top medical 

specialists in the field

His eyes landed on the empty space beneath my knees, on the way my pants hung limply over what was no longer there

Tears streamed down my father’s face. Natalie, it’s all my fault. If only I had taken you away back then, this never would have 

happened to you

That scoundrel! I swear, I’ll make him kneel before you and beg for forgiveness. I’ll strip him to the bone. I won’t let this slide!” 

I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, and I gently wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes

He and my mother had divorced amicably

At the time, he had wanted to take me with him to Meldora. However, I had been too young and too attached to my mother to 

leave

Even though he hadn’t been by my side all these years, his care had never wavered

So, I didn’t blame him

After a thorough medical examination, the doctors designed custom prosthetics for me. They said that with rehabilitation,

would be able to walk again

My father held me tightly and cried tears of relief

And under his warmth and care, the shadows that had haunted me slowly began to fade

Meanwhile, the fallout from the explosion was catastrophic. It caused Luke’s father, Damian Quinton, to return from his business 

trip earlier than planned

When he walked in, he was met with the sight of his son kneeling before him. Luke confessed in a broken voice that he had hired

hitman to get revenge on Natalie and Melanie

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Damian almost blacked out from anger

He slapped Luke with all the strength he could muster, his anger boiling over. How did I raise a monster like you?! Melanie 

treated you so well! How could you even bear to do such a thing?! 

Your mother had thalassemia. Do you know who gave her blood transfusions? Melanie. She was the reason your mother lived

few more years

On the way to a dance competition

On the way to a dance competition

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