Inside the ward…
Unaware of Gianna's nasty plan, Ava muttered curses under her breath, fuming in anger. "Who wants your food, anyway? I'd rather starve." She huffed and pulled the blanket over her head, trying to block out her anger and disappointment.
Several minutes later, Justin entered the room, holding a tray with a bowl of steaming soup. "I brought some soup for you," he said softly, placing the tray on the bedside table. "Please have it."
Ava raised an eyebrow, her mind instantly recalling Dylan's earlier promise to bring her food himself. But instead, he had sent his assistant. Her suspicion flared. Certainly, he might have gone to attend his dear, Gianna. A sneer formed in the corners of her lips.
"Where is Dylan?" she asked as she sought confirmation of her suspicions.
Justin's smile faltered, his hesitation palpable. "He had some urgent matters to attend to," he said carefully. "But please, drink the soup."
