After Nicolas arrived at the hospital, Lisbeth continued to make a scene.

One moment, she complained about the pain from her wound; the next, she refused to take her medication. Nicolas handed her the small cake.

“Liz, sweetheart, have a bite of this cake. It’ll make you feel better.”

I glared at Nicolas’s back, waving my hands in frustration.

That cake was mine! Mine alone!

But they couldn’t see or hear me.

Lisbeth eagerly opened the box, her face lighting up with delight.

“Nicky, I can’t believe you remembered how much I love green grape cake. It was my favorite when I was a child!”

Her words froze my outstretched...