If looks could kill, you’d already be lifeless under the intensity of his glare. Welcome to the mansion, stepmom, he said with a mocking tone. Your eyes widened in disbelief at his words. He continued, his voice cold and sharp, Father is nearing the end of his days. He’s bedridden, and all you have to do is take care of him. Did you hear what I said? he demanded, his voice firm and commanding.
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