Tears welled in Trish’s eyes as she clung to him. “I just wanted to apologize to Zara, but she lost her temper and told me I should drop dead.”
Ian's face twisted in fury as he turned to me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Trish and Jaime love each other. You were the one who failed to keep your man. What right do you have to lash out at Trish?”
Ian’s icy gaze bore into me and I felt like I was sinking into a frozen abyss.
I should have seen it sooner. Love—or the lack of it—was always obvious.
“Ian, don’t you have anything to say about Trish’s illness?”
He didn’t even glance at me. “If you already know she’s sick, then you should be more understanding. You two used to be best friends. Maybe I’ve spoiled you too much and that’s why you’ve turned into such a hateful woman.”
I let out a bitter laugh, about to speak, when Trish let out a weak cough.
“Ian, it hurts… I can’t… breathe.”
Even as her fingers clutched Ian’s arm in a feeble grip, she managed to shoot me a triumphant look.
Jaime immediately stepped forward and scooped her up in his arms. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”