••Olivia••
"Mark, where are you?" I heard Mr. Wren's voice boom over the call. He never appreciated me calling him Dad—a constant reminder that he was not my real father, even though he and his wife had adopted me.
"Dad, I am in the hospital," Mark replied, his voice calm as he ran a hand over his short, wavy black hair.
"Why are you in the hospital? I hope it's not because of Olivia that you went there. Your mother spoke about Olivia waking up today," Mr. Wren asked, and Mark hummed.
"Yes, Dad. I had to come and check on Olivia because she is my sister, and I was the one who brought her to the hospital for admission," he said as I finished my ice cream and licked my lips.
Mark glanced at my face with his shining yellow eyes, and our gazes locked, but I swiftly lowered my head, feelin
