Liam's POV
The sound of Mabel’s heels clicking against the tiled floor was the only noise breaking the heavy silence as we walked toward the operation room. She glanced at me, a faint smirk tugging at her lips, her words sharp enough to cut.
"You seem to be very close with Freja," she said, her tone casual but loaded with insinuation.
Her comment was like a spark to dry tinder. My jaw tightened as I forced myself to keep my composure.
"Close or not, it’s none of your business," I replied coldly, my voice low and firm. "Don’t overstep your boundaries because of what you just witnessed."
She chuckled, her laugh light but biting. "Oh, you mean what I witnessed? You acting all intimate with Freja? Sure, I won’t overstep my boundaries," she said mockingly, quickening her pace to leave me behind.
The audacity. I clenched my fists, the frustration boiling in my veins. Why did everyone feel the need to test me today? Her words lingered, gnawing at my thoughts like an itch I couldn’t
