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She arrived dressed in a traditional baro’t saya, her silver hair neatly curled, her expression calm but distant. There was sadness in her eyes, the kind that comes from a lifetime of remembering.
She handed him a thick envelope filled with cash. “Save your father,” she said softly. “But don’t ask me why I chose you.”
He didn’t understand her reasons, but he was too desperate to care.
Within a week, his father’s surgery was complete. The old man survived. Ramon wept with relief, believing his nightmare had finally ended.
He didn’t know that a greater truth was still waiting to unfold.
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