Blanche's POV
I didn't want to listen to another second of Carry's complaints about me. I strode straight into the living room.
The second Oswald spotted me, he jumped up and rushed over.
"There you are, Blanche. What kept you so late today?"
I flashed him a smile and said, "An emergency patient showed up right as I was clocking out. Had to handle that situation, then drove straight here."
Behind me, I heard Carry's body go rigid at the sound of my voice.
She kept up her cold act, refusing to turn around. Just sat there, clearly expecting me to make the first move.
I could practically read her thoughts: 'This is Mr. Oswald's house. Mom wouldn't dare snub me here. Even if it's fake, she'll have to pretend she gives a damn.'
Except I acted like she didn't exist. I completely blanked her.
When Oswald got to his feet, I caught Zain glancing my way as I walked in. I didn't spare him so much as a look. My attention stayed locked on Oswald.
