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Bringing Up A Buried Matter II
Chapter Fifty-seven Elena's POV I had started regretting myself for attending this meeting with old people everywhere. I don't know why they were bringing up a buried matter and what they were trying to gain from it. I looked up at the elders one after the other still raising their voices at me. When it got to where I couldn't withstand it anymore, I had to hit my hand hard on the table just for them to know that I was still seated in their midst. "Can you all shut the f*ck up? I am still seated here and you are speaking ill about me. Amelia's death wasn't my fault, she just thought to die when she knew that I had taken over what rightfully belonged to me," I said, looking for an elder to use as a scapegoat. "She died because she couldn't withstand the shame when the news got out tha
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