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I looked at Noah Ken Ryler, the lawyer who handled my divorce from Peter. He helped me when Peter tried to hurt me because I insisted on not wanting to apologize to Lizzy. Why is he here? Wasn't he part of Peter's legal team? "Noah is my adopted son, honey," said Grandpa Kent, when he saw my confusion. "I took Noah when he was five years old and you had just been born. Noah is the youngest grandson of my best friend since childhood and most of his family died in a plane crash while they were on a family trip," said Grandpa Kent. "My best friend himself, before his last breath, entrusted Noah to me." I looked at Noah who was smiling at me. So far, I never knew anything about Peter's work or anything related to his affairs outside of family matters, so I only found out that he ha
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