LOGAN BLACKSTONE
I paced the waiting area, my mind racing with anxiety when Bella strode towards me, her expression etched with worry.
“Logan, how’s my sister?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped, my irritation bubbling over.
“She’s my sister,” Bella retorted, her tone defensive. “I notified my family. They’re on their way.”
“You weren't allowed in here, and I didn't want your family anywhere near this situation,” I said firmly, trying to keep my voice steady.
Bella’s mouth hung open in shock. “She’s my sister. I'm part of the family. I have every right to be here,” Bella insisted.
I took a deep breath, acknowledging that she was technically right. Even though I couldn’t stand her, this woman might be worthless, but Bella was Scarlett’s sister. Rig
