Chapter 688

Mrs. Paterson and Teresa kept trashing Ophelia, the ward alive with their constant chatter.

Kian burst in, furious. “What are you doing? Why?”

Why couldn’t they leave Ophelia alone? Every word revolved around her, spinning lies and venom.

“Kian, your mom’s sick,” Teresa said, playing meek. “Don’t shout—it’s bad for her.” She grabbed his hand. “If you don’t like this topic, we’ll drop it.”

“Your acting’s pathetic,” Kian snapped, yanking free. He’d overheard their duet—his mother and Teresa, perfectly in sync, like stage performers.

He’d vowed to be kinder to his mother, but reality slapped him awake. Foolish.