Her Cold Mother, His Bloody Betrayal

arity. The sterile smell, the harsh fluorescent lights, the hushed, anxious whisper

immediately. My entire family, clustered together

nts, Robert's parents, were sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chairs. Grandma Miller was

grandparents, were there. They stood a

moment my father saw me, his expression

been? Your phone was of

randma Miller stood up,

er voice trembling with accusation. "You were wi

they had thrown at me in my past life. The blame was alr

mother's arm. "Mom, not now.

r chimed in, his voice gruff. "She was the

, but said nothing. They always followed Olivia

Chloe, wanted to scream, to defend myself, to tell them the whole insane tru

y judged me. They needed someone to

, weak excuse. It was what they expected to hea

. "Your brother was bleeding on

is would have shattered me. Now, it just felt... predictable. I knew my role in thi

r, holding her hand, tears streaming down her perfect fa

choked with tears. "I'm so glad yo

She was already cementing her position as the goo

t on

ung open, and a doctor in blue scr

surged

father asked, hi

ar a major artery in his chest. It's an extremely delicate and high-risk surgery. We've managed to

"We've been trying to reach Dr. Miller. S

was the head of neurosurgery at this very hospital. Her abs

he's... she's busy. We haven't

ent. This was t

y voice deliberately

id, looking up at my father.

I added, "I'll go call

om, pulling out my phone. I knew she wouldn't come. But this time,