“Aren’t you Mrs. Parkhouse? Your husband is upstairs with your sister. You could ask him to come down and take care of the hospital bills.”
Kenzie froze. “Why the hell are they here?”
“Oh,” the nurse said casually, “your sister bit her lip while eating. Mr. Parkhouse and your brothers completely panicked. They even called in multiple specialists.”
The nurse’s face darkened as she looked back at Kenzie, clearly pissed on her behalf.
“You’re family, too, aren’t you?” she snapped. “It was barely a scratch, yet they acted like the world was ending. You almost bled to death last night, and not a single one of them came to check on you.”
Fuming, the nurse turned and stormed upstairs to call them down.
Kenzie didn’t even have time to react.
Moments later, the three men were already standing at the foot of her bed.
She looked pale. Fragile. Weak enough that even Colton couldn’t ignore it.
For the first time, guilt flickered across his face.
“You weren’t feeling well and ended up hospitalized,” he said stiffly. “Why didn’t you contact us?”
Kenzie glanced at him just once then curled her lips into a cold, mocking smile.
She didn’t answer.
That silence unsettled him.