Chapter 27
Tristan noticed I had finished my meal and asked, “Want to go for a walk?”
I stared at him blankly, feeling like a fool.
He pointed to my wrist, where the IV drip was still attached. “The doctor said you can take a short walk, but just don’t overdo it or tire yourself out.”
Finally, I understood. Tristan had rushed back specifically to take care of me.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go upstairs to work on his computer and deal with company matters. He was quietly staying by my side to help me recover.
I nodded quickly.
Tristan had someone bring out a pair of lightweight sneakers for me. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Just as we were about to head out, a commotion erupted outside the door. I heard someone
say, “Ms. Camila, Mr. Zook is busy.”
Camila’s voice was laced with anger. “It doesn’t matter how busy Tristan is. He needs to see me. How long does he intend to keep me waiting out here? I refuse to stay in a hotel!”
“Ms. Camila, well…“>
I shrank back in fear. The last thing I wanted was to provoke the hot–tempered Camila again.
I was terrified of dying. I valued my life too much to get tangled up with people who held such contempt toward me.
Tristan saw through me and said, “I’ll be right back. Just wait for me in the living room.”
With that, he stepped outside.
I lingered in the living room for a while, but I couldn’t resist looking outside.
At the door, I found Camila dragging her suitcase. Her hair was tousled, and she looked utterly miserable.
A secret joy welled up within me.
It might be wrong to feel this way, but seeing Camila in such a state brought me a strange sense of satisfaction.
Tristan’s voice was just the right volume–not too loud, not too soft. “Camila, I told you that if you want to come back, you need to apologize to Wyn. But even if you do apologize, it won’t matter right now. Wyn hasn’t fully recovered yet.”
I froze, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow. Tristan was so protective of me. It nearly brought me to tears.
Chap 27
Sure enough, Camila began to lose it.
“Tristan!” she yelled. “When did you get so close to her? Why are you calling her Wyn? Are you seriously being fooled by that notorious woman?”
Tristan’s voice turned cold. “Camila, I won’t say this again. Go back to the hotel.”
He turned to leave.
But Camila continued her tantrum. “Tristan, I’m your cousin, not her! She’s Charles’s sister, and she has nothing to do with you. You… I’m going to tell Marie that you’re bullying me!”
With that, she burst into tears.
Tristan stood in the night breeze, looking distant and aloof.
With an icy tone, he replied, “Camila, you’re just my distant cousin. I have enough of that already. Having one more or one less makes no difference to me. And as for Wyn, I know very well that she’s not my sister.”
Camila cried, “Then why are you protecting her? Are you really pushing me away for an outsider?”
She tugged at Tristan’s sleeves, but he unexpectedly shook her hand off as if it disgusted him. Frowning, he said, “Stop crying in the middle of the night.”
Camila expected him to comfort her. I did too. But Tristan’s next words left her utterly dumbfounded. “Your loud crying late at night will scare Wyn. Go back to the hotel now.”
There was a moment of silence. Camila suddenly stopped crying, and I could feel my heart skip
a beat.
Tristan frowned and turned to the driver, who stood nervously nearby. “Take her back to the hotel and don’t let her return unless it’s important.”
Camila broke down and said, “I won’t go back to the hotel! My
