Sebastian's Pov
As soon as Scarlett stepped back into the hospital lobby, I knew something was wrong. She wasn’t crying—Scarlett Montgomery didn’t cry—but her red, puffy eyes gave her away.
She was holding herself together with the kind of stubborn pride that was as infuriating as it was admirable. But no matter how hard she tried to act like everything was fine, I could see through her.
I hated that I could see through her.
More than that, I hated that I cared. This wasn’t supposed to matter to me. Scarlett wasn’t supposed to matter to me, not beyond the plans I had for this arrangement, but as I watched her cross the lobby, her steps a little too heavy and her chin a little too high, I was immediately angry.
I wasn’t even sure who I was angry at—her mother, her family, or whoeve
