Alexander stepped in, his expression calm and dangerous. "You are not dying. You lied... again."
Serena didn't say anything. Instead, she took a seat on the sofa, not sparing the mother-daughter duo a glance.
Evelyn stared at Serena, and her eyes narrowed.
"This girl..." she trailed off, murmuring under her breath without anyone hearing. "She looks so much like her."
Rhea was ignorant of her mother's words as her gaze remained fixated on Alexander.
"I can explain." She exited the bed, almost stumbling.
"Don't come close to me." He stretched his hand forward, causing her to stop in her tracks. "What do you have to say? I must say, you are really a good actress. Lying about dying? That's low, even for someone like you."
Alexander didn't care about how she'd feel as he berated her sharply.
"I had no other choice!" Rhea snapped, stomping her feet on the floor. "You wouldn't pick my calls, and I couldn't get through to you. You forced me to do—"
