Chapter 366

Calliope Godfrey felt a flicker of confusion. Weren’t Angelina and her mom always the type to be on the same page, like inseparable partners-in-crime? When did they start fighting? But that thought barely hovered before it was gone. Now, just hearing their names made her stomach turn. Disgust boiled up from somewhere deep, tangled with a well of hatred she'd kept buried for too long. She didn’t ask questions. Her gaze dropped, lashes low, eyes back on the pages of her book. Meanwhile, in the hospital room next door— Rosemary Miller stared daggers at her daughter, her face tight with frustration and disappointment. Her voice was low, each word sharp and harsh. "Forget Lucien Sterling. He’s out of the question. Since Oliver Simpson’s into you, use it. Turn this to your advantage." Angelina’s eyes were red, tears hanging on her lashes. She shouted, voice cracking, "Why not? Why can’t I be with Lucien? I love him! He’s the one I want to marry!" "How many damn times do I have to tell you? D