In the VIP ward of the hospital, Hannah Hargrave was leaning against the bed, scrolling through news on her phone. When she saw Nicholas Croft walk in, the surprise on her face was impossible to hide.
"Nicholas, you…"
When she saw the woman walking in behind Nicholas, the rest of Hannah's words stopped dead in her throat.
The surprise on her face vanished, replaced by obvious coldness and rejection.
"What are you doing here? You're not welcome!"
Sophie Foster clicked over in high heels, taking her time to walk up to the bed. Her long hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and the tight little black dress she wore made her look even more aloof and untouchable.
She arched a brow with lazy mockery, the corner of her lips hooked up as she looked down at Hannah and said carelessly, "You can't put it like that. Legally speaking, you're my godmother. Since my godmother got bitten by a dog, as the Goddaughter, I've at least got to come over and offer my condolences."
