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“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”

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display. “What exactly do you know about this child, Pamela?” I demanded, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper.

Tears spilled over her mascara, carving black rivers down her pale cheeks. “A year ago… A year ago, I accessed your preserved genetic vault without authorization. A very wealthy, very desperate patient came to me. I—I foolishly believed I continue reading …

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