The doctor stepped out, his white coat swaying with the motion. Isabelle moved before she could think, brushing past Gregory entirely. Riven also stepped forward at the same time, coming to stand beside her as naturally as though he belonged there. They stood shoulder to shoulder and looked so perfectly in sync..

Gregory’s lips pressed into a thin line when he saw that while Tiffany dug her hands into her bag, her face contorting.

She had always known Isabelle was a sl*t pretending ...