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Little Joy was starstruck again.

Caesor wanted to reach out and pick her up, but the movement tugged at his wound. Remembering his "severe injuries," he settled for ruffling her hair with his uninjured hand. "Joy looks especially beautiful today too."

Joy didn't hesitate. "And my mommy too."

Caesor's gaze fell on Nora Fatehi. Dressed to the nines