Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 148

"Absolutely not," Hazel replied coldly. "If you want to ask him, go ahead. I won't stop you, but I'm not doing it."

Mrs. Garrison shot her a venomous glare. "Then what are you even doing here? Did you come to enjoy the show?"

She lowered her voice into a vicious threat. "Let me tell you something, Hazel. If anything happens to your brother, I'll make sure your life is a living hell."

Hazel lowered her eyes, casting long shadows over her cheeks.

She had known this all her life. In the Garrison family, she was nothing more than an afterthought. Mrs. Garrison had never once treated her like a daughter.

Daughters were meant to be loved. Hazel was just a backup blood bank and a walking ATM to be drained at their convenience.

"Whatever." Hazel ignored the threat and pushed the door open to step inside.

Gideon was propped up in the hospital bed, an IV dripping into his arm. He looked awful—his lips were stark white, and his cheekbones seemed sharper than the last time they'd met.

Hearing the door open, he looked up. The moment he saw Hazel, he shot upright.

"Hazel? You came? Why didn't you text me? It's so late..."

His voice cut off abruptly. Gideon's gaze shifted past her shoulder to Julian standing in the doorway. The genuine smile vanished from his face, replaced by pure hostility.

"Why is he here?"

Gideon slumped back against his pillows, tearing his eyes away from Julian as if the mere sight of him was repulsive.

Mrs. Garrison rushed in and lightly smacked Gideon's arm, leaning close to hiss in his ear. "How can you speak to Julian like that? Apologize to him right now."

Gideon ignored her. Apologize to that bastard? Over his dead body.

Julian merely smiled, his tone impossibly smooth. "It's fine. Don't worry about it, we're all family here."

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