There was a collective murmur that swept through the crowd. Everyone was singing their praises for Breanne and how kind-hearted she was towards me, the unloved and forgotten mate.
It reinforced the narrative that Breanne and Liam were already better suited for one another.
"My Goddess, Breanne came here like this just to bring a gift?"
"It's incredible how much respect she shows Claire —she's still on an IV!"
"She's so thoughtful. She didn't have to come herself!"
The wave of admiration was cut short when Breanne stumbled violently forward as she tried to limp her way towards me. Her body was hunched, displaying the image of a weak yet determined person. It fed the rumours that I was unkind and she was continuously trying to appease me. As she stumbled again, a rush of gasps erupted
