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Chapter 82 Uncle Ray
Ray could see the living room from his angle when he stood outside the villa. Under the warm light, three children were playing the puzzle on the mat. Lynnsey was typing on her laptop on the sofa. And she looked up at them occasionally with a gentle smile. The scene was so heartwarming that he couldn't bear to break it. He still pursed his lips and pressed the doorbell. Lynnsey raised her head, put down her laptop, and came over to open the door. When she saw the cold man, she paused and said, "Mr. Morgado, it is the second time your son has come to visit me." Ray remained silent because it should be the seventh or eighth time. Joel had intercepted his trips a few times. And there had been no one at home when Spike had arrived before. But Ray would not tell her the truth. He stood at
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