Why had she deserved someone as great as Oliver?

Guilt and sadness coursed through her as she answered genuinely, "Okay."

As she placed the phone on the hook, Sofia pushed her phone into her pocket and went around, only to be met with an icy glint in the eyes.

She frowned. "Mr. Monroe, how did you get here?"

"While you were on the phone by the window," I replied.

No further words were exchanged by Sofia as she sat down beside the bed. The last sound left in the room was Mason sipping his soup quietly.

My gaze drifted to Sofia across from me, gazing at her phone. Her hair...