But now, her eyes were fixed on Khalil, filled with longing and devotion. It was like she couldn’t hear anything else being said in the room.
“Grandma, don’t be angry,” Khalil said with false concern. “It’s not Allen’s fault he wasn’t born to be a father. It’s not like he meant to lose that many babies.”
My mother-in-law scoffed coldly.
“He’s a walking curse. All he does is drag my daughter down.”
Then, Khalil put on a pitiful act and started to stand—but suddenly stumbled, pretending to twist his ankle.
Even though he quickly regained balance, Adriana rushed to his side, shoving me aside without hesitation.
Right in front of her parents, she touched his face and asked anxiously, “Khalil, are you okay?”
He looked over at me with a mocking smile, then said in a pitiful tone.
“Adriana, I think I twisted my ankle... It really hurts~”
Without a second thought, Adriana wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him upstairs—straight into the second-floor bedroom without even sparing me a glance.