Olivia gently pulled Adriana toward the bed, making her sit down with surprising care.
Aurora, her heart aching at the sight of her once proud sister looking so shattered, quickly ran to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water.
"Here, Ana," she said softly, using the childhood nickname they had for her.
Adriana took the glass with trembling hands but didn't drink.
She simply stared down at the floor, tears slipping down her cheeks in a silent, endless stream.
Aurora sat down beside her, holding her hand, while Olivia crouched in front of her, her expression unusually serious.
Seeing how badly Adriana was crying, Aurora couldn't help but frown.
'Why is she crying so much over Henry?' she thought.
'They didn't even date properly for more than a month...'
Olivia, always more direct, leaned closer and asked in a surprisingly gentle voice,
"Who's the bastard?"
Adriana shook her head weakly, pressing her lips together to hold back another sob.
