EVELYN
I entered the hospital room, heels clicking against the tiled floor, and my eyes landed on her.
Elizabeth.
She was on the bed, frail and pale, her skin blending with the white sheets. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and even in her sleep, you could tell she was in pain.
I hissed under my breath.
Pathetic.
I still couldn’t believe Father was breaking himself over this woman. She was making him lose sleep, lose weight, and run around like some servant begging strangers for help. She had even made him force me to come to this smelling, disinfected place.
I couldn't help the scowl on my face. “I pray you die soon,” I muttered under my breath, my voice dripping with venom. “And rot away slowly. You’ve been nothing but a burden since the day you crawled into our live
