Orleana’s POV.
I shook my head, pouted my lips.
“Never mind,” I let out, my voice below whispers. “None of it concerns you…”
“I shouldn't mind?" Brent lifted his brow in concern. He wanted to move closer.
“Yeah, don't," I replied, nodding my head.
Joan suddenly cut in. Her voice was sharp like a blade.
“Brent," she said,” I think we need to see the doctor, now, he told us we had to see you about Eli's treatment schedule…”
She paused, exchanging glances between Brent and me. "… Before You Leave."
Brent hesitated for a minute. For one heartbeat, his eyes found mine.
Then he stepped back.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
I watched him walk through the door. He walked behind Joan like a dog on a leash.
A smile creased Joan's face as though she had won.
Maybe she has.
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