I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask that. After everything that had happened, after I had called him, begging for his help, and he brushed me off… he had the audacity to act like nothing was wrong.
“What are you doing here?” I asked coldly, my voice trembling.
“I just came back,” he said with a grin, holding up a bag. “I got a bunch of souvenirs for you.”
I didn’t say anything. I turned my back to him, my stomach twisting in disgust.
“Why are you being such a bitch?” Oliver snapped, his tone suddenly sharp. “Is this because I didn’t come to your stupid graduation? Is this about Naomi again?”
I froze, my fists clenching the blanket.
He sighed dramatically. “Hannah, it was all business. Naomi’s my client. I don’t know why you’re always so jealous.”
His lies felt like daggers, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Joking?” My voice cracked. “Do you think I’m joking, Oliver? I was tortured! They tied me up and beat me like I was nothing!”
He blinked, stunned for a moment, but before he could respond, his phone rang.
He picked it up immediately. “Naomi?” he answered, his tone soft and concerned.
I stared at him in disbelief. Of course, it was Naomi.