Olivia's POV
"Excuse me! Oliver!"
Sabrina called out, immediately she spotted me standing at the entrance of the hospital.
She walked towards me, her heels frantically clicking against the tiled floor. She was dressed like she was attending a fashion show rather than visiting a sick person - perfectly styled hair, immaculate makeup, and a very short gown that enhanced her banging body.
"Sabrina," I said, forcing my voice to remain neutral and masculine. "What are you doing here?"
She looked at me like I'd asked the stupidest question in human history. "What do you think I'm doing here? I came to see my man. Where is he?"
My jaw tightened at the possessive way she said "my man," but I kept my expression carefully blank. "He's in his room, still entertaining his family."
"Perfect! I'm family too." She adjusted her handbag and moved to walk past us.
I felt Kira's hand squeeze my arm, and when I glanced at her, she mouthed, "Stop her!"
