She was wrapped in his suit jacket, her face still pale—but beneath that fragile exterior, her eyes glinted with calculation.
Sophie nestled deeper into his embrace. "Rhys, it's so cold here. Do you think she'll freeze?"
I'd seen her medical report. I knew how serious her condition was.
Instead of worrying about me, she should be counting how many days she had left.
"But she's so wicked," Sophie continued. "After everything she's put me through, a little freezing is the least she deserves."
She gazed up at Rhys, her voice trembling with practiced fear. "I'm terrified she'll come after me once she gets out. Back in the operating room, the way she looked at me... like she wanted to tear me apart."
Rhys held her close, sparing me a single glacial glance. "As long as I'm here, she can't touch you."
Sophie's eyes welled with fresh tears. "But what if she holds a grudge? What if she spreads rumors about my... my personal life?"
"Everything she said was made up. She's jealous of me. She's trying to destroy my reputation..."
"If it damages you or the Delgado Group, I'll never forgive myself."