Velvet’s POV I wouldn't ever expect Jack to do such a thing as drive me to the hospital to see Mom. With his ruthless, dark traits? I sat in the back of the car, quiet, watching the streets pass by. He didn’t say much, just kept his hands on the wheel, eyes forward.I wondered again why he still cared. He could be cold, harsh, demanding, yet here he was, driving me safely to the hospital. My chest felt tight, a mix of gratitude and confusion.When we arrived at the hospital thirty minutes later, I opened the car door, ready to get out. He stopped me with a look, just long enough to make me pause. Then he said, “Don’t rush.” His voice was low, almost soft.I nodded, stepping out carefully. I grabbed my bag and turned to him. “Thank you… for the dress,” I said, my voice quiet.He didn’t answer immediately. Just watched me. Then, with a small shrug, he got out too, following me toward the hospital doors.I felt my heart skip a little. I hadn’t expected him to come inside. I had thought
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