Having Melissa message her about Lawrence's condition was surprising. Lola hadn't expected that at all. Ever since she arrived, she hadn't seen Melissa until now.
"What?" Lola asked after a tense moment of silence between them. "Angry again?"
Was Melissa about to start her nonsense once more?
Melissa cleared her throat, her chin tilted high, and her sharp eyes trained on Lola.
"I checked on him, and if that bothers you, then you don't have to tell me next time," Lola said calmly. "Knowing he's going to live is good enough for me. Just make sure to keep an eye on him. I heard people like that are most likely to do it again."
Having said that, Lola turned on her heel to leave, but her steps halted when Melissa's voice followed.
"You don't have to tell me what to do or how to take care of my dad," Melissa said coldly, her eyes glinting as she stared at Lola's back. "I'll look after him because he's my father. My blood is the same as his… unlike someone else's."
