Velvet’s POV

I wouldn't ever expect Jack to do such a thing as drive me to the hospital to see Mom. With his ruthless, dark traits?

I sat in the back of the car, quiet, watching the streets pass by. He didn’t say much, just kept his hands on the wheel, eyes forward.

I wondered again why he still cared. He could be cold, harsh, demanding, yet here he was, driving me safely to the hospital. My chest felt tight, a mix of gratitude and confusion.

When we arrived at the hospital thirty minutes later, I opened the car door, ready to get out. He stopped me with a look,...