Alina’s POV
“Alina, don’t you think it’s best if I wait outside?” Zayn asked as we stopped in front of the hospital. His eyes flickered toward the entrance before returning to me. “Your mom will be in there, and… she really doesn’t like me. I don’t want to stir problems for you.” He tried to play it off with a faint smile, but I could see the hesitation behind it.
He’s always thinking about me, about what might ease the tension. My heart softened. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Zayn, you don’t have to worry. My mom won’t bother you. Besides, she’ll be too busy worrying about Aunt Mary to even notice you,” I said, hoping to reassure him.
But he shook his head gently. “No, princess. I don’t want her attention to shift to me the moment she sees me. Your aunty’s wellbeing should be the only f
