Emma's POV:

"Grandma Victoria, I heard you were rushed to the hospital, so I came to check on you." Aria said, walking in with a small basket of assorted muffins and pastries.

"What the hell are you doing here? I don't want to see you! Get out!" Victoria snapped, glaring at Aria.

"Please don't be mad. I know you don't want me with Adrian because I'm sick. If I could choose, I certainly wouldn't want to be ill. I want to have a long, happy, healthy life ...