Damian's knuckles stood out bone-white as he clutched his phone. The seventeenth unanswered call still rang into emptiness.
Flora pouted beside him, clearly unhappy.
In the past, Damian's eyes and every ounce of his affection had belonged only to her, yet now they were all pouring toward me—the older woman she had always scorned.
So she leaned against his shoulder and tapped the abortion consent form lightly with her fingertip.
"Don't worry, the procedure was scheduled at Mom's hospital. I checked with the front desk myself, and Marisa's name isn't even on the patient list. She's just playing hard to get!"
Damian's rigid shoulders eased a fraction, but the very next second, Flora wrapped her arm around him again.
"Damian, the engagement party has already been delayed three times. We
