Lilian's POV
My blood turned cold when I heard that familiar voice laced with mockery. Augusto stood there again, appearing out of nowhere like some kind of phantom. What were the chances of running into him twice in such a short time?
This was definitely not good.
A few feet away, Augusto commanded attention in an expensive suit that screamed wealth and authority. His composed demeanor carried an intimidating presence that made it hard to believe this was the same timid man from our shared past. Alesha, who had never held back her contempt for the old Augusto, sat in stunned silence. His dramatic transformation had left her as speechless as it had left me.
Armand laughed softly. "Augusto, I thought you'd be at the hospital today."
The hospital? Was something wrong with him? I quickly looked him over, but he appeared to be in perfect health. No signs of injury or illness. He actually looked energetic, just like he had the night before.
