Rosa’s POV
I grabbed my robe and pulled it tightly around me as I slid off the bed. “I need to answer this,” I said.
Alex hesitated, his hands lingering in the air before he finally stepped back. I couldn’t take the call with him there—not when I had no idea what the caller was about to say. I clutched the robe closer to my body. Alex’s face was already creasing into a frown.
“I’ll be back,” I said.
I didn’t wait for his response before stepping out of the room. The moment I answered, my voice hardened. “What do you want?”
It wasn’t Milo who spoke. It was his mother, Emilia.
“Do you think you could get rid of us that easily?” she asked cooly. “Did you think a few dollars would be enough to keep me silent?”
A few?
My stomach twisted with disgust. She was getting me all wrong. I
