"My poor brother." She said.
My father isn't poor.
Well, I almost said that loud. I hissed silently and looked away. Just then my mother walked in with a packed food bag in her hand.
"Hey, Grace." She referred me to my mom.
I smiled at them and asked them to excuse me. I don't want to be a part of their conversation. I will just eat my food after they have gone. I can't have them looking at me while I eat. I will definitely throw up. I was excused and I walked out of the ward. I sat at the entrance of my dad's private ward and scrolled on my phone. As I was about to view Drake's messages from last night, my tall, lanky cousin came to me.
"Hey, Iris." He called.
"Hi, Jovan," I muttered looking at my phone as if I was doing something.
He came to sit beside me and to be very hon
