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"Harry, please," Erling pleaded, his tough facade completely shattering as his voice broke entirely. "Just tell me. Are they mine? Are they mine and Jude's?" Harry stared at the giant striker, watching the sheer, agonizing desperation bleeding out of him. Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and let out a long, defeated breath. "For Christ's sake," Harry muttered, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Yes. They are yours, you absolute idiot. They are yours and Jude's. Now will you shut up before Theo tries to eat another sugar packet off the floor?" Erling froze. The world around him completely stopped spinning. His jaw went slack, his breath catching entirely in his throat as the words echoed in his ears. They are yours. Yours and Jude's. Before Erling could even process a single syllable, Jobe burst out laughing, slapping his knee as he pointed a finger straight at Harry. "Are you mental?!" Jobe cackled, shaking his head in absolute disbelief. "You actually just told him! You absolute idiot, you just spilled the entire secret like you're reading off a grocery list!"

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