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“But what if he refuses to divorce you and you can’t recover all the money you’ve invested into Brown Corporation?” Chloe asked, her voice a mix of concern with a hint of excitement. “You know how shameless that bastard is. He’ll probably do everything he can to keep it from you.”
I replied calmly, “Then, we’ll hire the best lawyer and sue him. We’ll get every penny back. If he refuses, I’ll fight him tooth and nail.”
Seeing my determination, Chloe nodded vigorously. “That’s great to hear! I’ll support you every step of the way.”
I turned to her and said, “It’s the weekend tomorrow. Can you pick a time to help me gather my things?”
Chloe looked taken aback.
“I have a lot of valuable stuff at Jameson’s place. I explained.
Chloe nodded quickly. “Of course! I remember how much you loved your designer bags and jewelry. We can’t let Jameson and that witch, Xandra, get their hands on them.”
I said nothing more.
Noticing that I was in a bad mood, Chloe sat down next to me and tried to comfort me.
Just then, the door swung open, and Tristan walked in. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Chloe stood up and excused herself.
Before long, it was just the two of us.
I glanced at Tristan and offered him a grateful smile while attempting to mask my emotions.
Tristan looked me in the eye seriously and asked, “Are you okay?”
I shrugged it off casually. “Of course I’m fine. What could possibly be wrong? It’s just like being bitten by a dog. He can’t really hurt me.”
Tristan took my hand and examined the marks left on my finger.
I tried to pull away, but he held my hand steady and gently cleaned the wound with iodine.
I gritted my teeth in response.
“Does it hurt?” he asked softly.
“No,” I lied.
He continued to clean the wound slowly. I couldn’t clearly see his face because he was too focused on tending to my scratches.
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“If it hurts, you have to tell me. If you don’t, how will I know that you’re in pain?” he asked gently.
A strange warmth began to spread through me.
My voice came out hoarse as I replied, “But if I tell people, they won’t sympathize. They’ll just
make fun of me. I don’t want that.”
Tristan held my hand, and I stared at him blankly.
Up close, Tristan was even more handsome. He had a refined beauty with a gentle demeanor and vibrant energy.
Then, he smiled at me. “As long as you don’t let it happen, you won’t feel bullied. Look at you. You were really brave today, weren’t you?”
I was momentarily stunned, then I recalled how I had behaved that evening. Embarrassment washed over me, and I lowered my head.
Tristan ruffled my hair and said, “It’s okay now. Just get some rest. Everything will be fine.”
With that, he left the room.
I sat in my room for what felt like ages until exhaustion overtook me. I could do nothing else but wash up and go to bed.
At just 18, I felt as though my mind had finally matured. I had now become aware of many things.
I woke up early the next morning to freshen up.
As always, Jason arrived bright and early to examine me and set up an IV drip.
My condition had improved significantly, and the lingering effects of the concussion were slowly fading away. Aside from a few scratches and bruises from the previous night, I felt perfectly fine.
I asked Jason if I could go out.
He glanced at the scratches on my arm, and a wary expression crossed his face. “Where do you want to go?”
I chuckled nervously. “Nowhere in particular. I just need to run some errands.”
Jason replied seriously, “Mr. Zook specifically told you not to wander around.”
Huh?
I frowned. “Did he really say that?”
Jason shrugged. “If he didn’t tell me that, do you think I’d enjoy giving myself extra work?”
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I deflated. After a moment, I pleaded, “I just want to go back and grab a few things. That’s not wandering around, right?”
Jason looked surprised. “You’re not going back there, are you? Didn’t you have a falling out with Mr. Brown?”
I didn’t want to explain too much.
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