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☞︎︎︎ Tom heard rumors and whispers, read headlines and articles, but didn't believe it.

He couldn't believe Astrid's child was dead, her boy was dead?

But as he stood to the side, watching the people mourn the little heir, it hit him like the Hogwarts Express.

Approaching the young looking woman who had just emerged from her husband's comforting arms, Tom felt his little rusty heart begin to beat again, for real after so many years.

"Accept my condolences."

Her tear-stained gaze soon met his cold one.

"Thank you." She croaked, her voice cracked from constant crying. Tom almost felt bad for what he did.

"Thank you." Andrew, her husband, Tom could only guess, whispered.

His jaw tightened as he looked at the slightly shorter, good-looking man.

After that Tom disappeared, at least for Astrid.

She really created a monster.

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