Freya's POV
Lila's breathing turned ragged as her emotions spiraled out of control. Before she could finish her venomous words, violent coughing seized her chest.
The monitors beside her bed began their shrill warnings. Jasper rushed forward, his hand moving to support her back. "Lila, you need to rest. Stop talking."
"Don't touch me!" Lila swatted his hand away with surprising force. Her eyes locked onto mine with pure malice. "Freya, you and your mother are finally getting what you deserve. Look at your mom... so young when she died, but she got what was coming, cough, cough—"
Another fit of coughing cut through her words. Her body shook as she struggled for air.
Jasper's jaw tightened. He reached for her again, his voice sharp with frustration. "Lila, I told you to stop. Your health matters more than this hatred. You have everything you wanted now. Isn't that enough?"
The last words carried an edge that made everyone in the room freeze.
