“Devi, have you eaten?”

Her mother came into the ward carrying a packed lunch.

Deviana shook her head slowly. “Not yet, Mom. I’m not hungry.”

“Don’t say that. Adrian needs you healthy so he can have you take care of him.”

Before Deviana could answer, the ward door slammed open. A woman strode in wearing high heels that clicked loudly. An arrogant smile was etched on her face.

“Adrian…” her voice trembled in a spoiled, coquettish way.

Deviana turned instantly. Her eyes widened. “Leviana?!”

The woman moved quickly to the bed, paying no attention to Deviana or her mother. She grabbed Adrian’s hand — he was still unconscious — and...