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Carl’s The Traitor
Author: Pen_ed
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Liam’s words hung in the air, clouding Mia with heaviness. She had not expected that Liam would choose to reveal some of his secrets and now did not know how to react.

Seeing her hesitation, Liam said, “It’s your call, Mia.

If you want to know the power dynamics going on in your family, you’ll need to be ready for what you’ll find.”

Mia remained quiet for a while and then lifted her gaze, staring directly at Liam, “I want to know everything.”

Liam heaved a deep breath and said, “Your mother was not the informant for Peter Nelson.”

Mia’s eyes widened as soon as she heard this. That would mean this was not yet over.

Clenching her fists, she asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Carl,” Liam answered and immediately she could see Mia boil in anger. She remained frozen in place and then turned around angrily, “Do not do anything, Mia. We need to take things slow and according to plan.”

“Slow?” Mia retorted, “That douche has been messing with this family for years, blaming you and playing the victim. H
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