OLIVIA:
"Mark, where are you?" I heard Mr. Wren's voice boom over the call. He didn't appreciate me calling him Dad. A constant reminder that he was not my real father, even as he adopted me alongside his wife.
"Dad, I am in the hospital," Mark replied, his voice calm as he ran a hand over his short black wavy hair.
"Why are you in the hospital? I hope it's not because of Olivia that you went there. Your mother spoke about Olivia waking up today," Mr. Wren asked, and Mark hummed.
"Yes, Dad. I had to come and check on Olivia because she is my sister, and I was the one who brought her to the hospital for admission," Mark said, as I finished my ice cream and licked my lips.
Mark looked at my face with his enchanting yellow eyes, and our gaze locked, but I swiftly lowered my head, feeling
