Chapter 1193

"Holly, if you keep making a scene in the morgue, we'll have to escort you out," one of the cops said, clearly running out of patience with Holly's hysterics.

"No, please! Don't cut open my daughter! Whitney, how could you be so cold..." Holly sobbed, her voice echoing off the sterile walls.

Whitney didn't even glance back. She just waved at Sandy, signaling her not to stick around for the drama.

Sandy got the message. She walked over to Jared-who thankfully was still being reasonable—and gave him a polite nod before following Whitney out into the hallway.

From the moment Sandy appeared, Shane's deep blue eyes had barely left her face.

Now, seeing her leave, Shane pressed his lips together and strode out as well, his long legs making quick work of the distance.

Sienna, watching him ignore her for the hundredth time, felt a fresh wave of anger tighten in her chest.

was in the next room, deep in conversation with Mrs. Nelson. If all went well,

never warmed up to her. Every time they ran into each other, he acted like she was a total

Shane couldn't seem to stop staring at

grown up with no status, no prospects, just a country bumpkin. Why should Shane care about her

hurried after Shane's tall, broad-shouldered figure, calling out in a plaintive voice, "Shane! Wait up. Your mom invited me over for dinner at the Nelsons'

ever the gentleman, tried to pretend he

only made

looping her arm through his, her voice sugary sweet as she gazed up at his handsome face. "Shane... We're practically engaged. Why are you still so distant with me? You've

slap. "Don't kid yourself. If I'm being polite, I think of you as a kid sister.

applied makeup. She flushed, trembling—no one had ever dared talk to

half the eligible bachelors

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