He froze for a moment, a flicker of confusion flashing in his eyes. But quickly his brows knitted, irritation creeping in.
“I know you’re still mad at Sherree… but she’s just spoiled. Growing up in the Frohlichs, she never suffered a single grievance. She truly wants to apologize this time,” he said. “I’ll wait for you to come around.”
Seeing I remained unmoved, he had no choice but to leave.
He’d been gone for less than ten minutes when the door to the ward was suddenly shoved open from the outside.
A group of young people, grinning and laughing, strolled in. They carried bottles of alcohol and lugged in a portable speaker.
At the front stood Sherree, her posture bold and her smile triumphant. “Delane, it’s my birthday today, and I thought—why not share my happiness with my dear sister-in-law?”
“This is a hospital ward, Sherree!” I shot to my feet, ready to throw them out.
But her smile only widened. She leaned in, her tone dripping with mockery. “Oh my, such a big temper. But I guess it’s understandable—you lost both children, and I heard you can’t have any more… So what will you use to compete with me for my brother?”