Evelin's POV
"Can't do it. I'm swamped. Your mom needs that check-up—you and your brother can deal with it," I said, my tone ice-cold. I ended the call before Claire could whine back and blocked her number permanently.
Years of marriage, and every time Dalia had the slightest issue, I was the one running around like a servant—booking appointments, fetching medications, dealing with doctors.
The Ford family? They saw me as free labor, not an ounce of appreciation.
Today was supposed to be Dalia's eye appointment.
"Who called?" Selina asked, looking up from her work.
"Grey's sister. Nothing important," I replied.
A short while later, Grey's name flashed on my screen. "Evelin, get to the hospital right now. If my mom has any problems, you're finished," he snarled through the phone.
My jaw tightened, but I grabbed my keys anyway. Grey and I weren't officially divorced yet—no point stirring up more trouble.
