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CHAPTER 80
LOVETH POV. (Blair’s mom) I coughed loudly and forcefully, feeling as though my lungs were trying to escape out of my ribcage. I pressed my handkerchief closer to my mouth as the cough intensified, then pulled it away to find it stained with my own blood. I was wiping the blood dripping from my nose when the door swung open. I hastily tried to conceal the blood stained handkerchief, but it was too late, Andrew had already seen it. “Are you okay?” Andrew asked, stepping closer to the bedside. I nodded weakly. “I’m fine,” I murmured. “You do not seem fine to me,” Andrew remarked. I wanted to argue with him, but another coughing fit cut me off. Andrew moved to my side, gently rubbing my back until the cough subsided. “Please, get me a bottle of water,” I said, breathless. Andrew waste
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