Chapter Ninety three

"Take a moment and look here. Do you honestly believe I'm insane, with nothing better to do than fabricate false claims about being Mr. Richard's son?" Clinton retorted, his voice carrying a blend of frustration and indignation.

He presented a handful of photographs, each seemingly capturing moments from a shared past. "Look at these photos. Here's Mr. Richard, myself, and my late mother," he added, holding them out for scrutiny.

Jane, took a moment to study the photographs.

Jane paused, looking at the photos. Her face didn't reveal much, but you could tell she was thinking hard. She only held the pictures for a brief moment, checking if they supported or contradicted what Clinton said. Suddenly, with a mix of disgust and defiance, she tossed the photos back at Clinton.

Pictures floated down, capturing the chaos of doubt about what Clinton said. The room, once fancy, witnessed the clash of different stories. Photos scattered on the floor became pieces of a broken truth, losing their
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