The hospital room was cold too cold. The sterile air felt heavy, laced with tension that chilled deeper than the temperature. Three women sat in silence, the weight of their glares thick enough to suffocate.
Celestia sat upright in a chair, legs crossed, posture poised yet rigid with fury. Her sharp eyes locked onto Olivia, her voice like ice.
"Marry Lucian to me, and I won't kill her."
Olivia blinked, lips parting to respond but Rose beat her to it.
"No, he won't!" Rose shouted from the hospital bed, her voice raw and protective.
Celestia's head snapped toward her."Did I ask you, bitch?" she snarled. "Interrupt me again, and believe me you'll regret it. So shut your damn mouth."
Her words sliced through the air like a knife. Olivia narrowed her eyes but held her composure.
"Do you think Lucian would want you," she said slowly, voice steady, "if he saw how you just treated his sister?"
