Kenzie was done listening. She closed her eyes, cutting them all off at once. “I’m exhausted. I want to rest. You can all leave. It’s not like this is the first time anyway.”
Whenever she needed them, they didn’t give a damn.
Now that she was done with them, they could stop pretending they ever cared.
Colton looked like he wanted to say something, his lips parting slightly, when Kobe let out a cold, mocking snort.
“Oh, cut the act,” he sneered. “If you really didn’t want to see us, why have the nurse drag us down here? We showed up, didn’t we? Learn when to stop pushing your luck. If you piss us off and we walk out, you’ll be the one crying later.”
Even now, they were convinced she couldn’t survive without them.
Their arrogance earned a soft, humorless laugh from Kenzie, but she said nothing.
That silence made something twist uncomfortably in Colton’s chest.
“Kenzie,” he asked, frowning, “you weren’t with our son last night. Who’s taking care of him?”
Before she could respond, a nurse suddenly rushed in from upstairs.
“Mr. Parkhouse! Ma’am Kinsey is very upset upstairs. Please go check on her!”
Tension snapped across all three men’s faces at once.