Serena shot Alicia an icy glare. “Miss Shelton, you really are a nuisance.”
She climbed into the car, muttering a warning under her breath that Alicia had better not get in her way.
Alicia pretended not to hear and settled into the seat beside her.
Melanie got in as well, looking numb and detached, not sparing Serena a single concerned glance. She probably knew that Serena was just putting on an act.
It was obvious to everyone—Serena’s little performance only ever fooled Tyrone.
When they reached the hospital, the doctor recommended admitting Serena for observation. No one could say for certain why she’d suddenly felt so ill.
Serena had always been frail, and the moment they ran tests, a slew of minor ailments inevitably cropped up. The doctor could only suggest she stay overnight for monitoring.
After all, the old accident had left her with too many lingering complications.
Alicia could see the guilt weighing heavily on Tyrone. Serena had ended up in a coma for years after that crash—saving him. Her health had never recovered.
“Tyrone, I’m scared,” Serena whimpered from her hospital bed, voice trembling. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Alicia’s pregnant. She shouldn’t be up late,” Tyrone replied, his tone calm but firm. “I’ll take her home first.”
Serena’s eyes flashed with triumph as she glanced provocatively at Alicia.
Alicia kept her gaze lowered, silent.
“Uncle Tyrone, you focus on Aunt Alicia,” Melanie spoke up, offering him an easy way out. “I’ll stay with Mom. We haven’t seen each other in years—I’d like to spend some time talking to her.”
Tyrone nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. You two must have plenty to catch up on. I’ll ask Wilma to bring you something to eat later.”
Serena glared at Melanie, resenting her interference. Meddling, that’s what it was—doing something so foolish.
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