When they arrived at the hospital, Grayson was sitting beside Alice, carefully spooning chicken porridge into her mouth with the tenderness of a doting lover.
I watched them, their actions as intimate as those of a couple deeply in love. The sight still stung, but the pain had dulled. Perhaps it was because I was already dead; what could any of it matter now? Death had a way of making even the most bitter grievances seem trifling. At least they could no longer disgust me the way they had when I was alive.
It was Liam who exploded first. His eyes burned with fury as he caught sight of Grayson gazing fondly at Alice, the scene enough to ignite his anger to a boiling point. Without a word, he stormed forward and landed a punch square on Grayson’s face, knocking him to the ground.
“You bastard!” Liam roared, raining punches and kicks on Grayson. “My sister must’ve been blind to fall for a scum like you! She just died, and you’re here playing house with this shameless tramp! How could you do this to her?”
Liam’s grief and fury consumed him. It was clear he wanted to beat Grayson to death right then and there. But Grayson, for all his faults, wasn’t one to take a beating without fighting back. He retaliated, and the two of them brawled so viciously that the doctors had to intervene to separate them.
