(Author's POV)
The Weight of Silence
The sterile smell of the London private hospital room felt heavy and cold. Keifer sat on a hard plastic chair pulled tight against Jay's bedside. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound cutting through the quiet room.
He held his breath every few seconds just to make sure she was still breathing. Her face was entirely drained of color. Her lips, usually so bright and full of life, were dry and cracked.
Keifer looked down at his trembling hands. These were the same hands that had carefully held her waist during the lecture hours ago. He had tried so hard to shield her from the professor's eyes.
He had tried to protect her from her own stubbornness. But he had failed to protect her from the poison of Vanessa's words.
"Please, God," Keifer whispered. He closed his eyes tightly. He pressed his forehead against the cold edge of her mattress. He had never been a deeply religious man. He had always relied on his wealth, his status, and his own strength to solve problems.But looking at Jay's fragile body under the thin white hospital sheets, he realized how powerless he truly was. Money could not buy her consciousness. His luxury black car could not outrun the fever burning inside her.
"Take my strength instead," he prayed into the silence. "Give it to her. Let her wake up. Punish me, but let her be okay."
Every single minute felt like a painful year. The guilt in his chest was a physical weight crushing his lungs. He knew why she was like this. It wasn't just the physical illness. It was the emotional shock. It was the sight of Vanessa talking to him. He recalled the look in Jay's eyes right before she collapsed. Her eyes had been bloodshot, filled with a terrible mixture of burning rage and deep, shattering heartbreak. She had pinned him against the wall with a strength that came purely from adrenaline and fear.
"Never look at her again," she had warned him.
At that moment, Keifer had been shocked. But now, sitting in the quiet room, his heart broke for her. She had been so sick, her head pounding with a severe fever, and yet she had to endure the sight of another woman claiming power over her life and marriage.
He hated himself for not pushing Vanessa away faster. He hated himself for allowing even a second of misunderstanding to breathe between them.
Echoes of the Past
As the hours dragged on, Keifer's mind began to drift backwards. The quiet beeping of the monitor transformed into the background noise of his memories.
He closed his eyes and saw Jay, not as she was now—pale and broken—but as she had always been. Full of fire. Full of life.He remembered the very first time they had met. It was at her first day of school at HVIS and he remembered how he had made her go back to main building instead of leading her to section e because of his stubbornness.
And when they came in London to study at university, He remembered their early days together, walking through the parks of London. They had shared ice cream in the middle of autumn, laughing until their stomachs hurt because they were too stubborn to admit they were freezing.
He remembered the nights they spent studying together in their room. He would look up from his corporate files just to watch her. She would have a pen tucked behind her ear, her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she prepared for her university exams.
Whenever she caught him staring, she would flush a beautiful shade of pink and throw a crumpled piece of paper at him."Stop looking at me, Keifer. I need to pass this class, atleast once in my life ," she would say, trying to sound stern. She would say him "Germ killing alcohol " for studying so much and remembering all those moments Keifer's eyes started watering.
But then she would smile, a wide, radiant smile that made every single worry in his world vanish.
He remembered the tears, too. True love was never a smooth road. They had fought before.They had faced the heavy pressures of high society and the constant expectations of their families.
He remembered a night when Jay had cried on the phone , feeling overwhelmed by the coldness of the world they lived in while he suffered in London because of the fucking business and inheritance. He wanted to held her so tightly that night, rocking her back and forth, whispering promises that he would always be her safe harbor.
"I will never let anyone hurt you, Jay," he had sweared into his mind that night. "I swear it."
The memory felt like a sharp knife twisting in his gut. He had made that promise, yet here she was, in a hospital bed because he hadn't been careful enough. He hadn't stopped Vanessa from approaching him. He hadn't realized that Jay was listening, drowning in her headache and confusion, misinterpreting a threat as a betrayal.
"I am so sorry, Jay," he mumbled, his voice breaking. The tears he had been holding back since he carried her out of the university corridor finally spilled over. They rolled down his cheeks, hot and heavy, soaking into the fabric of her hospital blanket.
"Just wake up. Please. You can scream at me. You can hit me again. Just open your eyes and let me explain everything to you. I will tell you every single word Vanessa said. I will show you that she means nothing to me. You are my whole world."
The Long Hours of Waiting
Suddenly, the green light on the wall changed, and a sharp alarm sounded from the monitor. Jay's breathing became shallow. Her chest rose and fell in jagged, irregular movements. Keifer jumped to his feet, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
"Nurse! Doctor!" he shouted, his voice echoing down the corridor. Within seconds, a team of medical professionals rushed into the room. They pushed Keifer out of the way. He was forced back, his hands scraping against the wall as they crowded around Jay's bed.
"Her vitals are dropping rapidly," a doctor called out. "The fever is causing a severe internal reaction. We need to move her to the emergency surgery room right now to stabilize her system."
Keifer's world spun. He saw the nurses unlocking the wheels of Jay's bed. They began to wheel her out of the room at a frantic pace.
Her head rolled to the side, her long hair spilling over the pillow, her face looking more dead than alive.
"Jay! Jay, I'm right here!" Keifer cried out, trying to reach for her hand, but a female nurse stepped in front of him, blocking his path."Sir, you must stay back. Let us do our jobs. Please wait in the waiting area," the nurse said firmly but kindly.
The doors to the surgery unit slammed shut with a heavy, final sound. The red light above the door turned on. Surgery in Progress.
Keifer stood alone in the hallway. The luxury and power he possessed meant absolutely nothing in this corridor. He sank slowly to his knees, his back sliding against the cold wall.He covered his face with both hands and wept. He wept for his arrogance. He wept for his helplessness. He wept because the thought of a world without Jay was a dark, empty void he could not survive.
For hours, Keifer did not move from that spot on the floor. People walked past him, looking with pity at the wealthy man in the expensive suit who looked completely ruined.
He did not care about his appearance. He did not care about his academic obligations or his family's corporate empire. His mind was locked inside that surgery room, begging whatever higher power existed to spare the girl he loved.
A Glimmer of Hope
The clock on the wall ticked forward with agonizing slowness.
Three hours.
Four hours.
Five hours.
The sky outside the large glass windows of the hospital turned from the grey of late afternoon to the deep, pitch-black of a London night.
Finally, the click of the heavy surgery doors breaking open made Keifer snap his head up. He stood up so fast his vision blurred.
The main doctor walked out, pulling off his surgical mask. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were calm.
Keifer rushed forward, grabbing the doctor by the shoulders. His grip was too tight, fueled by pure desperation. "Is she... is she okay? Please tell me she is alright ."
The doctor smiled gently and placed a hand over Keifer's trembling fingers. "Calm down, young man. She is out of danger. There is no need to fear anymore."
Keifer felt his knees go weak. A massive wave of relief washed over him so intensely he almost collapsed. "Thank God. Thank God."
"The high fever combined with extreme emotional stress caused a severe crisis in her body," the doctor explained, adjusting his glasses. "We had to perform a quick procedure to reduce the internal pressure and stabilize her heart rate. The surgery was completely successful. She is strong. She fought through it."
"Can I see her?" Keifer begged. "Please, let me see her."
"Not just yet," the doctor said, shaking his head. "We are moving her to a private recovery room. She needs about an hour to let the anesthesia wear off. After an hour, you may go inside, but you must be very quiet."
"Yes, yes, anything. Thank you, doctor. Thank you," Keifer choked out, his voice thick with tears of gratitude.
At Her Bedside
An hour later, a nurse quietly signaled to Keifer from the doorway of the recovery room. Keifer wiped his face, straightened his wrinkled clothes as best as he could, and stepped inside.The room was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp. Jay was there, lying perfectly still. She looked so small in the center of the large hospital bed.
She was no longer burning with fever, but her skin was still terribly pale and fragile, like delicate glass that would shatter if touched too hard.
Keifer walked over with slow, hesitant steps. Every step felt like he was walking on broken glass. He didn't want to wake her, but he needed to be close to her.
He sank down onto his knees right beside the edge of her bed. His knees hit the hard floor, but he didn't feel any pain. His entire focus was on her small, still hand resting on the white sheet.
Slowly, reverently, he reached out and took her hand in both of his. Her skin was cool to the touch. He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the back of her knuckles.
As soon as his lips touched her skin, the dam broke again. Keifer buried his face into her mattress, holding her hand tightly against his cheek. He cried whole-heartedly, his shoulders shaking violently with silent, deep sobs.The tears ran down his face, warming her cold hand.
"I am so sorry, Jay," he whispered, his voice cracking with immense sorrow. "Please forgive me. Please. I never wanted to hurt you. Vanessa means nothing to me. Her father's company means nothing to me. If I have to lose everything just to keep you safe, I will throw it all away right now."
He kept kissing her hand, over and over, begging for forgiveness from a girl who could not yet hear him. He poured his whole soul into those whispers, wishing his words could somehow penetrate her deep sleep and heal the wounds in her heart.
The Awakening and the Distance
After some time, he felt a slight twitch in the hand he was holding. Keifer froze. He raised his head slowly, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
Jay's long eyelashes fluttered. She let out a soft, pained groan from the back of her throat. Her eyes slowly blinked open, looking confusedly at the white ceiling before turning toward the side.
"Jay?" Keifer whispered, his voice full of hope. "Jay, can you hear me?"
Jay looked at him. Her eyes were still glassy from the medicine and the lingering exhaustion. For a split second, there was a soft recognition in her eyes. But then, as her mind cleared, the memories of the university corridor came rushing back.
The image of Vanessa standing close to Keifer. The sound of Vanessa bragging about their families' upcoming marriage. The heavy, crushing weight of betrayal she had felt right before she fainted.The softness in Jay's eyes quickly vanished, replaced by a cold, distant wall. She tried to pull her hand away from his grip, but she was too weak to move it much.
"Jay, please, listen to me," Keifer pleaded, seeing the immediate shift in her expression. "Let me explain everything. Vanessa was threatening me. She was using her father's business to scare me, but I didn't care. I love you. Only you."
Before Jay could even attempt to speak through her dry throat, the door to the room opened quietly. A nurse walked in carrying a fresh bag of IV fluids.
The nurse looked at Keifer's tear-stained face and then at Jay's pale, exhausted expression. She walked over to the IV stand and began changing the drip with practiced efficiency.
"Sir," the nurse said softly to Keifer, her voice firm but professional. "The patient has just come out of a major surgery. Her heart rate is starting to rise again because of the emotional stress. You must let her rest completely. I need to ask you to step outside and meet her after three hours."
Keifer felt a cold dread in his stomach. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay right here and clear up the misunderstanding before it could grow any deeper.
But he knew the nurse was right. Jay looked completely drained, and arguing with the medical staff would only cause a scene that would stress her body further.
"Alright," Keifer said softly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I understand."
He looked back down at Jay. "I will be right outside the door, okay? I won't leave you. I will wait right here."
A Brief Touch
Keifer began to slowly loosen his grip on her fingers. He pulled his hands back, preparing to stand up and walk out into the cold hallway.
But just as his fingertips were about to slide away entirely, he felt a sudden, unexpected pressure.
Jay had gripped his hand. It wasn't a strong grip—she didn't have the physical power for that—but it was deliberate. Her weak fingers wrapped around his index finger, holding him in place.
Keifer froze instantly. His heart leaped into his throat. He bent down suddenly, lowering his face close to hers, his voice filled with an intense, desperate rush of emotion.
"Jay? Jay, I'm here. I'm right here. Tell me what you need. Speak to me, please," he called out her name, again and again, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness.
Jay stared up at him. Her heart was beating rapidly against her ribs. She looked at his face—his messy hair, his swollen, red eyes, the tears still fresh on his cheeks.
Deep down in her heart, she felt a powerful wave of emotion. She acknowledged his efforts. She knew he had stayed by her side. She knew he had carried her here. She could feel the genuine, raw pain radiating from him, and a part of her wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and cry.
In her heart, she was crying out for him too. The love she had for him was too deep to be erased by a single afternoon.But the doubt was still there. It was a dark, heavy shadow that refused to leave her mind.
Vanessa's smug face, the words about a marriage alliance, the cold reality of the corporate world they belonged to—it all mixed with her physical weakness, creating a wall of fear.
What if he was just feeling guilty? What if the threat was real, and he would eventually have to leave her?
The confusion and pain were too much for her fragile state to handle. She couldn't listen to explanations right now. She couldn't face the truth, whatever it might be.
Slowly, deliberately, Jay looked away from Keifer's desperate eyes. She turned her head toward the other side of the room, looking directly at the nurse who was adjusting the tubes.
"Nurse..." Jay called out, her voice barely a rough whisper, scraping against her dry throat. "Please... make him go out. I want... to be alone."
The Door Closes
Keifer felt as though a physical blade had been driven straight through his chest. Her words were quiet, but they cut deeper than any scream or slap ever could.The finger that had been gripping his hand slowly let go, slipping away completely, leaving his hand feeling utterly cold and empty.
The nurse looked at Keifer with a sympathetic but firm expression. "Sir, please. You must go out now. She needs absolute quiet."
Keifer nodded dumbly. He couldn't speak. The pain in his throat was too tight. He backed away from the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving Jay's turned profile. She refused to look back at him. She kept her eyes fixed on the empty wall, her jaw tightly set, though a single, silent tear finally escaped her eye and rolled down into her pillow.
Keifer stepped out of the room, and the heavy wooden door clicked shut between them.He was back in the lonely hallway. He walked over to the row of plastic chairs across from her door and sat down, burying his face in his hands once more.
The silence of the corridor wrapped around him like a heavy shroud. But despite the crushing weight of her rejection, Keifer's resolve did not break.
He gripped his own hands together tightly. He knew she was angry. He knew she was hurt and filled with doubts.But he also knew her heart. He had felt that brief, desperate grip on his hand before she turned away. She still cared. She was just terrified.
"Once she is alright," Keifer whispered into the empty hallway, his voice filled with a quiet, unbreakable determination. "Once she has her strength back, I will tell her everything. Every single detail. I will destroy every single doubt in her heart. We will sort this out. I won't let her slip away."
Inside the quiet room, hidden away from his eyes, Jay lay perfectly still beneath the blankets. The sound of the monitor beeped steadily, marking the passing of the hours.
She held her own hand—the one that had just been holding his—and pressed it against her chest. Her heart ached with a deep, throbbing pain that no hospital medicine could ever cure.
She knew he was sitting just outside that door. She knew he was crying for her.
And as she closed her eyes to let the heavy sleep take her once more, she wept silently in her heart, caught in the painful space between a love she couldn't lose and a doubt she couldn't yet escape.
The Broken Wall
The three hours felt like three long years for Keifer. He sat on the cold plastic chair, his eyes fixed on the wooden door of Jay's room. When the clock finally ticked to the exact minute, the nurse walked out. She looked at Keifer's tired, anxious face and nodded gently.
"She is awake now, and her vitals are fully stable. I helped her sit up against the pillows. You can go in, but please, keep the conversation calm."
"Thank you," Keifer whispered.He pushed the door open with trembling fingers. The room was warmer now, filled with the soft light of the late evening.
Jay was sitting up, her back supported by two large white pillows. The white hospital gown made her look incredibly fragile, and her face was still pale, but her eyes were clear.
The nurse gave them a quiet nod and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door firmly behind her. They were completely alone. Keifer stood near the door for a moment, afraid that his presence might upset her again. He looked down at the floor, his voice breaking the heavy silence.
"Jay... please just give me five minutes. After that, if you want me to leave, I will walk away and never bother you again. But you need to know the truth."
Jay did not look away this time. She watched his tired posture, her heart aching at the sight of his wrinkled suit and bloodshot eyes. She gave a very slight, slow nod.Keifer took a deep breath and stepped closer to the bed.
"In the university corridor, Vanessa did not come to flirt with me. She came to threaten me. Her father is trying to use his corporate power and their business shares to force my family into a marriage alliance."
Jay's eyes widened slightly, her hand tightening against the bedsheet."I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to stress about my family's business," Keifer continued, his voice thick with raw emotion. "When she spoke to me, I told her very clearly that she means absolutely nothing to me. I told her I would throw away every single cent of my family's wealth before I ever let go of you. I didn't ignore her because I cared; I ignored her because she is nothing but grease on my shoes."
He took another step forward, his eyes burning with absolute sincerity. "When you heard her bragging on that fake phone call, she did it on purpose. She saw you coming. She wanted to hurt you. She wanted to create a wall between us because she knows she can never have me. My heart, my soul, my entire life belongs to you, Jay. It always has."
Guilt and Forgiveness
As his words echoed through the quiet room, the dark cloud of doubt in Jay's mind vanished completely. The truth was suddenly so simple, so clear.
A massive wave of heavy guilt washed across her face. She looked down at her own lap, her lips trembling violently. She felt incredibly sad and deeply ashamed. She remembered the fierce, bloodshot warning she had given him while pinning him against the wall.
She remembered the way she had blamed him, doubted his loyalty, and shut him out of her room without even giving him a single chance to speak. He had stayed by her side, crying and praying for her life, while she had punished him for a crime he didn't commit.
"Keifer..." she whispered, a large tear spilling over her eyelashes and rolling down her pale cheek. "I... I didn't know. I am so sorry."
Keifer saw the immense pain on her face, and his heart broke for her all over again. He didn't want her to feel a single ounce of guilt, especially not right after a major surgery.
He forced a small, comforting smile onto his face and took a step back toward the door. "Hey, look at me. It's okay. You don't need to apologize. You are very weak right now, Jay. I will let you rest completely, and you can take all the time you need to process this. I'll step outside."
He turned around, his shoes clicking softly against the floor as he prepared to go back to the hallway.
But Jay couldn't let him leave. Not like this. With a sudden burst of desperate energy, she reached out from under the blanket. Her weak hand gripped his wrist tightly. Before he could even register what was happening, she pulled him back toward her with all the strength she could muster.
Keifer stumbled back slightly, bending down over her bed. Before he could say a word, Jay leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his lips down to hers.She kissed him with a desperate, deeply emotional intensity. It was a kiss full of apologies, full of relief, and full of the deep love that had been trapped behind her fear.
Keifer melted down completely.
The heavy walls of guilt and stress he had been carrying for hours shattered in an instant.
He wrapped his arms carefully around her fragile frame, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He held her as if she were the most precious glass in the world, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
"I am so sorry, Keifer," Jay sobbed against his shoulder, her tears wetting his collar. "I am so sorry for not listening to you. I should have trusted you."
"Shh, it's not your fault," Keifer whispered back fiercely, tightening his embrace. "It's not your fault at all. Anyone would have been confused. Just hold me."
They held onto each other like two desperate souls who had just survived a terrible storm, finding their safe harbor in each other's arms.
The Encounters BelowAfter several minutes, Keifer gently pulled back. He wiped the tears from Jay's cheeks and kissed her forehead softly.
"The doctor gave me a list of prescribed medicines that you need to take right away to keep your fever down," Keifer explained gently. "The pharmacy is just downstairs on the ground floor. Wait for me here, okay? I will be back in exactly five minutes."
Jay smiled softly, her heart finally at peace. "Okay. Don't be long."
"Never," Keifer promised. He squeezed her hand one last time and walked out of the room, heading toward the hospital elevators.
He hurried down to the ground floor pharmacy, handed the prescription slip to the pharmacist, and waited anxiously.
Just as he received the paper bag of medicines, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the quiet pharmacy lobby.
"Oh, Keifer! Thank goodness you're here!" Keifer turned around, his expression turning cold instantly. Vanessa was standing there. Her face was perfectly made up, but she was shedding fake, dramatic tears into a small silk handkerchief.
She rushed toward him, her high heels clicking loudly against the polished floor. "I heard what happened! It's so terrible! That crazy girl actually attacked me at the university, and now she's dragging you into a hospital? You shouldn't be wasting your time here with her, Keifer. My father is still waiting for your answer about the corporate merger. We could be so perfect together."
She leaned in close, her tone turning into a disgusting, flirting whisper despite the sterile hospital environment.
Keifer stepped back, his eyes flashing with absolute disgust. "Get away from me, Vanessa. I don't give a damn about your father's company or your empty threats. My wife is waiting upstairs, and she is the only person who matters to me. Leave this hospital right now before I have security throw you out."
The Trap and the Fall
Upstairs in the recovery room, fifteen minutes had passed. Jay looked at the small clock on the wall.
He said five minutes, she thought, a small spark of worry lighting up in her chest. What took him so long? Did something happen to the medicine? Is he okay?
Her anxiety grew with every passing second. Unable to sit still, she carefully swung her weak legs over the edge of the bed.She gripped the tall metal IV stand that held her fluid drip.
Using the stand as a crutch to support her trembling body, she slowly shuffled out of her room, determined to check on him.
Downstairs in the lobby, Vanessa's fake tears turned into an ugly expression of anger. "Your wife? She's nothing but a burden to you, Keifer! Look at what she did to my face!"
Driven by a desperate need to force herself onto him, Vanessa suddenly lunged forward, throwing her arms out to hug Keifer tightly around the neck.
Keifer's reflexes kicked in instantly. He felt a deep wave of revulsion and moved his body aside with a sharp, violent twist to avoid her touch.
But Vanessa was wearing tall, unstable heels. As Keifer ducked away, her foot caught on the edge of a lobby rug. She lost her balance completely, slipping heavily on the smooth floor.
In a panic, her hands clawed outward for anything to hold onto. Her fingers latched tightly onto the lapels of Keifer's expensive suit jacket.
The sudden, unexpected weight pulled Keifer completely off balance. He tried to break his fall, but Vanessa's body practically tripped him onto the ground.With a loud thud, they both hit the polished floor together.
Vanessa landed squarely on top of him, her hair sprawling across his chest, her hands still tangled in his jacket. Keifer was stunned for a split second, his breath knocked out of him.
At that exact, terrible moment, the elevator doors at the end of the lobby chimed open.
Jay stepped out, her hand tightly gripping her IV pole, her legs shaking from the physical effort of walking. She looked across the lobby, searching for her fiancé.
Her heart stopped.There, in the middle of the floor, Vanessa was lying directly over Keifer. From where Jay was standing, it looked like an intimate, passionate embrace.
And because Keifer was still recovering from the shock of the fall, he hadn't even started protesting or pushing her off yet. He was just lying there under her.
The Return of the Shadow
Jay felt as if the entire hospital room had collapsed on top of her. The beautiful peace she had felt just minutes ago shattered into a million bloody pieces.The guilt she had felt turned into a burning, agonizing humiliation.
He lied to me, her mind screamed through a sudden rush of fresh tears. It was all a lie. He just wanted me to feel safe so I wouldn't make a scene.
"Jay!" Keifer suddenly spotted her from the floor. His eyes went completely wide with pure, unadulterated terror.Jay didn't wait to hear a single word.
Tears blinded her vision as she turned around blindly. Dragging her heavy, weak legs and pulling the metal IV stand along with her, she ran as fast as her broken body could manage.
She dashed back into the elevator, pressing the button for her floor with a shaking, bloody finger where the IV needle had pulled against her skin.She managed to somehow reach her room, slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind her. She collapsed onto the floor right beside the bed, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
The physical pain of her surgery was nothing compared to the sharp, killing agony in her chest.
Down in the lobby, Keifer went into a state of absolute panic. "Get off me!" he roared, his voice booming through the hospital.
He tried to move Vanessa away, but she deliberately didn't cooperate. She stayed heavy, wrapping her arms tighter around his waist, pretending to be hurt from the fall.
"Oh, Keifer, my ankle... I think I broke it, don't move..."
"I said get the hell off me!" Keifer lost all his gentlemanly restraint. With a brutal, powerful shove, he pushed Vanessa completely off his body, sending her rolling onto the cold floor tiles.
He scrambled to his feet, ignoring her sharp shrieks of anger. He grabbed the paper bag of medicines from the floor and lunged toward the elevator doors, his heart hammering against his ribs like a madman.
As the elevator rushed back up to the recovery floor, Keifer's hands were shaking so violently he could barely hold the medicine bag.
He was absolutely terrified. The wall of trust they had just built with so much pain and tears had been crushed in a single second. He knew how it looked.
He knew what Jay had seen.The fear of a deeper, permanent misunderstanding gripped his throat so tightly he could barely breathe as the elevator doors prepared to open....
Hello readers! I want to tell you that I might not be able to post any chapter tomorrow because I have to go somewhere important. So next chapter will be posted on Monday!
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