"Helena," he said curtly. "What do you want? I thought I made it clear. I have and want absolutely nothing to do with you."
Her voice came through syrupy sweet, the kind of false charm he'd learned to despise.
"Oh, Jake! Don't sound so harsh. I understand your anger, but it's totally not my fault, you know that, right? If it wasn't for your brother——"
He exhaled through his nose, already annoyed. "What do you want, Helena?" he repeated, his tone clipped and sharp.
"Why don't you relax? I'm not calling to talk about that, I promise," she said, the feigned innocence in her tone grating on his nerves. "I just called to check on you. I saw what happened."
Jake's brows furrowed. "What happened?"
His gut tightened. Had something else gone wrong? Something he wasn't aware of? He thought, glancing towards Raymond.
Her voice dipped, now dripping with false sympathy. "Oh! You haven't seen it? I didn't realize. It's all over the news."
