Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 11 – Half Truth and Half Lie 

(Anj‘s POV) 

Of all the emergency teams coming, Effie‘s team came to rescue their family, but right now, it was less of my millions of concerns. I leaned my back on the seat‘s backrest as I glanced at Effie, still on the phone as she checked on the patient with us. 

Looking at Sky, whose eyes were pinned on his father, I realized that this must be the first time it had happened in the family. His father must be furious at him, at us, for doing such a stupid thing. I wonder how Sister Grace will react or Aunt Rose. Anya will surely cry and blame herself because she is the one who insisted that I should come to the party. Dylan... Well, I don‘t know how he would react. 

Effie placed her phone back in her pocket and looked at me. “What were you doing there?” She asked curiously. Her forehead knitted, probably wondering why I was there when I was supposed to be in the nursing home. 

“Doing good deeds?” I forced a grin, sounding unsure of my answer. She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief and raising her eyebrows. 

“What happened to your face? At first, I thought your face was the emergency when I entered the room. I thought your face was bleeding,” she said, taking a clean cloth and giving it to me. 

I chuckled softly, my heart pounding as I looked at something to look at my reflection. Olivia‘s color pen must be washable because some of the dots smeared my face, making me look more hideous. 

“Colored pens,” I explained briefly, carefully wiping the smeared ones. She leaned her head forward. “Still, I‘m glad you‘re there. You saved his life. Good job, Angela!” she whispered, winked at me, and puckered her lips, pointing at Sky. “What‘s his story?” I shrugged, letting Effie interpret my answer and giving Sky a quick look. He was holding his father‘s hand and looking at him like he was crying inside but never showing it to us. 

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was my first time coming inside. When

her, pointing at Sky and sitting quietly beside me in

a deep breath, brushing off the silly thought and wanting to blame myself that we were here in the first place because it was our fault. The nurse talked to him, and when he stood up, I took it as my chance to look for a public phone if there was still one. I rose to my feet, hoping to walk in the lobby‘s direction, when I realized I didn‘t have anything,

sighed, handing

taking his phone. “Thanks,” I said, thinking immediately about how to

to follow the nurse without saying anything. I sat again, my eyes following him, looking at Sky from head to toe, only to realize he was

feeling the fear of what she might say to me. This was worse than

I heard the familiar gentle voice on the line. “The Nursing Home of St. Mary. This is Sister Grace. Good morning.” I almost laughed at her greetings, remembering how I teased her about it that she sounded like

uttered and then pressed my lips tighter because I was about to break

Are you okay?” Her voice was panicked, and I could imagine

voice. “Please let me

There was some sort of misunderstanding last

asked, probably taking the phone from Sister Grace. “Where are you now? Dylan and I

me, I could not even tell