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KIAN

Kian waited on the passage leading to Vera's room.

He had been there for fifteen minutes, leaning against the wall and his hands crossed over his chest.

He had somewhere important to be that morning, but it could wait. Seeing Vera was more important.

Finally, she appeared from her room, making a phone call.

"No. He's not to be given more than two ml." She spoke into the phone. But that