“Sophia,” her voice came through, shaky and tearful, “please help me. I’m at Northwood General Hospital. I—”
Her words were cut off by a loud bang, and the call abruptly ended. My stomach clenched with anxiety.
Lirian sat up immediately, his expression serious. “Is something wrong?”
I nodded, my voice unsteady. “It’s Josiah. She’s in trouble at the hospital.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked, his tone calm but concerned.
I shook my head. “You’re busy, and I don’t know how long this will take. I’ll be fine.”
He didn’t look convinced. “Then I’ll have Eric drive you.”
The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. Josiah’s situation weighed heavily on my mind. She had married a man who wasn’t her mate—a man named Victor—a decision that had always unsettled me.
Josiah’s infatuation with him had been intense, almost blinding. It reminded me too much of mistakes I had made in my previous life, and I had warned her to be cautious. But like most warnings, mine had gone unheeded.
Victor was charming, but his temper was well-known. Recently, Josiah had been caring for his mother, who was hospitalized for a chronic illness.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone horribly wrong.
When I finally arrived at the hospital, the scene that greeted me made my blood run cold. Victor was in the waiting area, gripping Josiah by the arms and shaking her violently.
Josiah’s trembling fingers pressed against the handprint blooming on her cheek. Her voice quivered, a mixture of disbelief and anger. “You hit me?”
Victor sneered, his lips curling into a smirk devoid of remorse. “How can you talk to my mom like that?” His tone was sharp, carrying the sting of arrogance and disdain.
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