Her hair had been shaved off due to chemotherapy, her face was sallow, and not just her face—her whole body had a sickly yellow hue.
It was hard to imagine what Zoey looked like when she was healthy.
Her mother was nowhere to be seen, but I doubted she had gone far.
I turned to Max and asked, "What's your child's mother's name?"
Max, seeing the coldness in my eyes, bit his lip before replying, "Aria Smith."
I continued, "Where is she? Call her in."
Max, trying to sound reasonable, admitted, "I just told Aria to leave because I was afraid you two would have an argument here at the hospital."
I rolled my eyes internally, cursing him silently.
"An incapable woman deals with the mistress, but a capable one deals with the man. Does she not know whether you have another woman? Don't you know yourself?"