"What are you doing here ?," I asked sounding a bit harsh.

I felt all kinds of emotion run through my mind but I mostly felt nonplused just staring at Sylvia standing right in front of me looking like a chic model.

She is dressed in black high-waisted pants with suspenders and a red long-sleeve loosening crop top, her hair in a stylish ponytail, and light makeup complimenting her outfit.

"What a nice way to greet your sister you haven't seen for so long," she says sarcastically before taking a seat beside the bed.

"And whose fault is it?" I roll my eyes at her "why are you here?" I...