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Unknown to Andrew, Isabella had poured some glue on the cushion, and this made him stuck as he tried to stand up.

"What's wrong with you, Andrew?" Miranda asked with a face filled with fear.

"I don't know. I am glued to the cushion and can't move," Andrew answered back, tried to pull himself off his seating position, lost his balance whacked his head on the dining table, staggered and fell with a loud thud.

"Oh my gosh!" Miranda screamed out.

"Holy Madonna!" Jackson mumbled.

Jackson and Miranda scrambled towards Andrew, jerked him up and fussed over him.

"Are you okay, Andrew? Hope you aren't hurt?" Miranda asked as tears rolled down her pretty face.

Jackson's eyes darted all over Andrew's body, and his face suddenly became sad when he muttered, "Your head is bruised and blood is trickling out."

"Am okay, guys. Just pulled me out of this fucking chair."

After several miserable efforts that made Andrew whimper with pain, he gestured to Jackson and Mirinda to wait, turned towar
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