Grace''s eyes were all puffy and red, and she was biting her lip so hard it looked like it might bleed. She''d been a mess ever since she overheard Mason and Alva''s chatst night. Total letdown. Phoebe chimed in, "Mr. Sullivan, the doc said Grace needs to chill and rest. If you got something to say, save it forter."


    Mason snapped, "You nosy woman, I''m talking to my daughter. Who do you think you are, butting in?" Phoebe shot him a cold look, "Mr. Sullivan, want me to repeat what you said to mest night to Grace?"


    Mason was so mad he was speechless for a sec. Then he huffed, "Fine, I''m out. Grace, take care. I''ll be back."


    He stormed out of the hospital room, almost knocking into Riley, who wasing in with a thermos. Mason muttered some curses as he left. "What a jerk," Riley muttered.


    Riley knocked and walked in when she heard Phoebe''s voice. She saw Phoebe sitting by the bed, keeping an eye on a young girl.


    "Phoebe, thank God it''s not you who''s sick. I was worried," Riley said.@@novelbin@@


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