**Olivia’s POV**
“Mark, where are you?” I hear Mr. Wren’s voice boom over the call. He does not appreciate being called Dad by me. It is a constant reminder that he is not my real father, even though he adopts me alongside his wife.
“Dad, I am in the hospital,” Mark replies, his voice calm as he runs a hand over his short black wavy hair.
“Why are you in the hospital? I hope it is not because of Olivia that you go there. Your mother speaks about Olivia waking up today,” Mr. Wren asks, and Mark hums.
“Yes, Dad. I have to come and check on Olivia because she is my sister, and I am the one who brings her to the hospital for admission,” Mark says, as I finish my ice cream and lick my lips.
Mark looks at my face with his shining yellow eyes, and our gaze locks, but I swiftly lower my head,
