Chapter 52
Ophelia sat patiently in the examination room at the hospital, glancing around with her usual air of detachment. Vick stood beside her, arms folded, her face an impassive mask as she waited. Ophelia had insisted on Vick’s company, using the checkup as an excuse, but Vick knew better—Ophelia was never one for random small talk.
The nurse stepped in to take Ophelia’s blood pressure, and Ophelia shot Vick a pointed look, a silent command for her to speak up. “I’m fine,” Vick murmured, recognizing Ophelia’s questioning gaze. “Just thinking about Azalea.”
Ophelia raised a brow, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Azalea? And Federico?” she inquired with thinly veiled curiosity.
Vick hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “They’re... getting along, from what I’ve seen.”
Ophel
