OLIVIA "Mark, where are you?" I heard Mr. Wren’s voice boom over the call. He never appreciated being called Dad. A constant reminder that he was not my real father, even though he had adopted me alongside his wife. "Dad, I am in the hospital," Mark replied, his voice calm as he ran a hand over his short, black, wavy hair. "Why are you in the hospital? I hope it is not because of Olivia that you went there. Your mother mentioned 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," Mark responded, as I finished my ice cream and licked my lips. Mark looked at me with his enchanting yellow eyes, and our gaze locked, but I swiftly lowered my head, feeling my heart thudding faster in my chest. *Why do I feel this way? Why am I so uncomfortable around Mark?* I pondered. "Mark, is there anything going on between you and Olivia? Why do you seem t
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