“You b***h!” Jennifer hissed, glaring at Alina with pure hate before turning her eyes to Aiden.
“Aiden… it’s not what it looks like. She’s faking it,” she said, stepping toward him.
But Jesse’s cold glare stopped her in her tracks. She froze, understanding his silent warning.
Aiden didn’t hesitate. He quickly walked over to Alina, his face unreadable as he saw the blood running down her face. Without saying a word, he gently lifted her into his arms, holding her as though she might shatter.
He turned toward the door, but just as he reached it, he stopped. His jaw tightened.
“You’re her family,” he said coldly, still staring ahead, “so I’ll let this go. This once.”
His gaze shifted down to Alina in his arms. “But if any of you ever touch her again… I won’t be so forgiving.”
"Aiden—"
