“God, did you two come here to torture me? Get out, both of you.” Mia said, her head throbbing.
The two men exchanged a glance and left the ward.
Jessica, who remained, cried to Mia, “Darling, we're friends. You know how much I cherish our friendship. How could I ever intentionally hurt you? Look, I really sprained my ankle.” The woman tearfully extended her swollen ankle for Mia to see.
Mia, with a single glance, saw through the woman's facade. She had seen plenty of these vipers at previous galas, women who framed others while feigning innocence, just like now. Jessica claimed she hadn't meant to hurt anyone, but her face betrayed no remorse. The moment she entered the ward, her attention had been fixed on Cameron and Brandon's appearance and attire. The unconcealed greed in her eyes
