Dahlia's POV
"Do you honestly believe Soren married you out of love?" Ivana's voice cut through the sterile hospital air like a blade. She sat propped against pristine white pillows, her hospital gown making her look smaller and more fragile than usual, yet her eyes burned with familiar malice.
I settled into the visitor's chair, studying her with deliberate calm. "I've never been under that illusion. So what's your point?" My voice remained steady, controlled. "Cobb claims to love you, but where's your wedding ring? Don't hold your breath for his engagement to the Mathews family lasting much longer either."
Ivana's expression shifted, wariness creeping across her features. "What are you implying?"
I let my gaze wander around the luxurious private room, taking in the expensive furnishings and panoramic city view. It seemed Alistair's soft spot for his daughter, or perhaps his guilt, was behind this. Even murderers could buy comfort if they had the right connections.
