My Father Married Me to a Billionaire in a Coma—Then He Opened His Eyes When He Heard My Voice

the driver of the SUV behind us.

He possessed a pale, intense face, dark hair soaked with rain, and was wearing a white hospital gown beneath a heavy black wool coat.

Christopher Harrington.

He was wide awake, bleeding heavily from a head wound, and smiling like a man who had dragged himself out of hell for absolute vengeance.

Chapter 7: The Final Verdict
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