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"Mum!" I yelled against better judgement or rationality, my eyes wide as I ran to pick up the phone. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this to us?" "Shut up, Iris. I have birth to you. I made you! How dare you choose a man over me? And that bastard with no real origins, too?" "Nikolai is ten times the person you are, mom. You made me, but he treats me like a person. You made me, but I can be myself around him!" "Yourself? A f*****g w***e?" "Mum..." "Come back home, she said with a tone of finality, or I will make sure he rots in jail, I swear." I closed my eyes, tears filling them, my chest heaving hard. "Iris," Nikolai said, as his hand slowly rested on my shoulder. I shook my head, reaching a resolve as I pulled the phone to my ear. "Stay away from us, Meghan. Stay