On the other end of the line, the sound of someone holding back tears slipped out—raw and unguarded.
"Sophia, you're so cruel!" Olivia's voice cracked with a sob.
"My sweet little sister," Sophia replied, her tone almost playful, "I'm just helping you see men for who they really are. And you're calling me cruel? Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. Guess I've been wasting my time."
Sophia was in a good mood. The moment she'd seen Ethan, she'd already dialed the number she knew by heart.
Olivia stayed silent, just listening—listening to the man she'd once loved so desperately now standing in front of the woman she hated most, pouring out his heart.
"Sweet sister," Sophia went on, each word sharper than the last, "maybe this is all I can do for you. Take my advice. I'll even giftwrap this man and hand him back to you."
On the other end, Olivia's crying grew louder.
