“Please let him live. Please save him. Please.”
Belle had to admire the swiftness with which Aladdin brought Dr Sweet running to the gym. Had she been anything other than hysterically wracked with sobs, she might have been più impressed da it.
“What happened?” asked Dr Sweet.
“Gaston’s a murdering bastard, that’s what!” roared Flynn, who was still being restrained da John.
“Let me see. Belle.” Dr Sweet took her da the shoulders and attempted to ease her away from Adam.
“No!” she sobbed, clinging to him.
“What’s happening?” Meg had come running into the room and now she stared at the sight before her. “Oh, my...
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