She couldn't stand Martin's act of playing the concerned father. When Helena was critically ill, she had called Martin in the middle of the night, begging for his help. His cold response back then was something she would never forget.
Just looking at his face made her feel sick.
"Raina, how has your mother been these past few years?"
Martin casually walked over to the window, noticing it was locked, and drew the curtains closed.
Raina coldly watched his every move.
"She's not well. If you died and gave her your heart, she might get better."
"She's endured a lot, suffering from illness for years."
Martin sighed, circling the room and stopping in front of the closet. He opened it, finding it completely empty.
"Anyone can say that, but I'd only believe it if you actually gave up your
