Lyla's eyes shifted toward them, and for a moment, she said nothing. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, not because of weakness but because of the sight before her, her husband standing next to the woman she had once called sister.
She swallowed hard. "You came?" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course," Luther said quickly, forcing a tender smile. "I came as soon as I heard. You shouldn't be so stressed, Lyla. You know how much I…"
But his words were cut off when Lyla turned her gaze away, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to speak. Not here. Not in front of Ethan.
Alina stood silently beside her, her heart burning with anger as she looked at the man who dared to act innocent. Her fingers tightened around Lyla's hand protectively, her jaw set.
"Mom," Ethan whispered softly, climbing closer to the bed. "It's okay now. I'm here. Sis and I are here."
