The young nurse turned to the lady behind her and bowed as she apologized, “I’m sorry for bringing you to the wrong ward. It must be the next one.”

“Oh, not really, nurse,” said the lady, who appeared to be in her late twenties.

She was tall and slim, her heels making her even taller. Her black hair was styled in a sleek bob, and her glittering black stone-embellished jumpsuit complemented her fair skin. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Alicia’s, though there were subtle differences: a mole above her upper lips. She was Alisha, the first daughter of the White family.

“They’re my family,” Alisha smirked, staring directly at Alicia. She then turned to the nurse with a sweet yet unsettling smile. “You can wait outside for a moment.”

Her tone was calm, yet her presence was intimidating. The nurse nodded quickly, leaving the ward and closing the door behind her.

“What are you waiting for?” Alicia cocked her head, raising an inquisitive brow at Alisha. “You heard the nurse say it’s the wrong ward,” she said coldly, locking eyes with her sister.

“It’s understandable to be shocked to suddenly see you at the hospital,” Alisha replied, her gaze shifting to Alicia’s bandaged ankle. “That must hurt a lot.”

“As if you care.” Alicia’s lips curled into a smirk. “Now, take your leave.”

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Alisha turned her attention to Jeff, who met her gaze with cold defiance. Her lips spread into a wide smile.

“It’s good to see you here, Jeff. I can see you two are having a good time together.”

“You should leave now, Alisha!” Alicia warned, her tone sharp.

“Of course, I’ll leave, Alicia dear.” Turning back to her sister, Alisha added, “But let me give you a piece of advice before I go.”

She threw a glance at Jeff, noticing his fists clenched tightly under the table. Her smile grew sweeter as she looked at Alicia.

“Know who to trust, honey. The worst thing in life is trusting someone with all your heart, only for them to shatter it. You’ve had your fair share of heartbreaks, haven’t you? I’d think you’ve learned by now.”

Alicia scoffed, glaring at her. “It’s such a privilege to receive advice from a big sister like you.”

“I’m glad you appreciate it,” Alisha replied with a smirk. She gave Jeff one final look before walking out of the ward, her steps slow and deliberate.

“What an advice,” Jeff sneered, turning to Alicia.

Alicia sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “I wonder who she came to see,” she muttered softly.

“You don’t hate her, do you?”

Seconds of silence passed before Alicia scoffed. “Why would I love someone who hates me so much?”

LATER THAT NIGHT

“I know you didn’t walk into the wrong ward by mistake. Tell me what the hell you’re doing here, Alisha!”

Jeff’s cold voice cut through the stillness of the night as he stormed onto the hospital’s roof.

Alisha, standing near the parapet with a glass of whiskey in hand, turned to face him. The raw night air brushed through her hair and dress, causing her dress to flutter. As she saw Jeff approach, her lips curled into a knowing smile.

“You’re finally here, Jeff,” she said smoothly. “You kept me waiting. What have you been doing with that girl? Making love?”

“I’m not here to answer your questions,” he said, his voice steady. “I’m here to tell you to leave.”

“Oh!” She took a few steps closer to him, laughing lightly. “You’ve got the nerve to say that after I saw you kissing her?” With a sly smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing closer. “Aren’t you afraid of me anymore?” she teased, pressing her lips against his.

“We need to stop this, Alisha,” he hissed, pulling away. “She’s finally accepted me, and I won’t let you tear us apart.” He looked her dead in the eye, his voice firm.