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.

room, deep in conversation with Mrs. Nelson. If all went well, Sienna would soon be engaged to Shane her dream

warmed up to her. Every time they ran into each other, he acted like she was

seem to stop staring at Sandy's plain face. That

years ago-was awkward, stubborn, and had always been a tagalong. She'd grown up with no status, no prospects, just a country bumpkin. Why should Shane care

up. Your mom invited me over for

gentleman, tried to

shoulder only

arm through his, her voice sugary sweet as she gazed up at his handsome face. "Shane... We're practically engaged. Why are you

being polite, I think of you as a kid sister. But to be honest, Sienna, I can't stand you. Haven't you noticed? I've never liked spoiled, selfish

flushed, trembling—no one had ever dared talk to her like this. She'd always had Florence to back her up, and now her grandmother doted on her. She was the darling of every country club

was stronger than ever, and half the eligible bachelors in town wanted

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