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Last night Randolph fussed about Icedora hiding his son from him and how she teleported instead of telling him she gave birth to his son. Going on about how much time he lost with his son. “I knew her ass was a woman scorned but I never expected her to be so damn vindictive. Hell, her ass knew how I always wanted children, especially a son.” Redd nods which he’s been doing all night. Every time Randolph asks him a question, he’s about to answer it, but Randolph ends up answering it himself. He noticed that once Nanchen started this confusion he left in a hurry. “The bastard purposely did this. What reason does he have that he doesn’t want Iceadora and Randolph on the same side.” He’s thinking as he’s looking at Randolph trying to contact Iceadore for the hundredth time through their ma