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"A grown-up uncle?" Yves King refuted indignantly in his heart, for he wasn't even thirty yet. Besides, why make it seem like we're having an affair? We're just innocent acquaintances.
However, that voice does sound familiar. Yves knitted his brows - he just couldn't recall where he has heard it before. Voices can be quite common, and one needs to pay special attention or spend a considerable amount of time with someone to remember theirs.
Yves didn't pay too much attention to it, though.
"Uncle, could you help me out?" Dahlia Sanders nervously clasped her hands and pleaded quietly, "You don't want to see me get killed by my mom, do you?"
"I will crawl out of the window," said Yves quietly. Hiding under the table would be too embarrassing, after all.
Dahlia hesitated, her cheeks turning red. "I've just added security bars to the window, Uncle. I promise it was not to keep you out," she said.
