Chapter 228: Ahead of Schedule
Seeing Maggie Monroe cry, Tristan Grayson knitted his brows in exhaustion. His voice was cold as he said, "Maggie, I thought I’d already made myself clear."
"Tristan, please don’t do this to me. You can’t treat me like this..." Maggie walked over to Tristan Grayson, grabbing his sleeve as she sobbed.
Tristan Grayson took a step forward, shaking her hand off. "Maggie, some things are beyond my control. I’m sorry."
"Tristan, are you really going to be so cruel to me?" ’An apology is supposed to fix everything? He really is heartless.’
Tristan Grayson was silent for a few seconds before looking down at his watch, the coldness on his face unwavering. "My parents should be here soon. Maggie, you know what will happen if they find out you’re back..." Tristan trailed off, not intending to finish the sentence. But he was sure Maggie understood his meaning.
"—" Maggie looked up at Tristan Grayson in horror. She knew he could be cruel, but she never imagined he would use his parents to threaten her.
In the end, Tristan Grayson couldn’t bring himself to be completely heartless toward Maggie. He sighed and said patiently, "Maggie, please forgive my selfishness. We can still be friends. I won’t just abandon you."
"Fine. I understand." Maggie stopped sobbing. Her face was pale as she gave Tristan Grayson a resentful glare.
After leaving the hospital room, Maggie didn’t go straight back to her own floor. Instead, she went to find Mika Summers.
’Tristan Grayson... How could she possibly accept the way he treated her?’
’The man who once loved her so much had stopped loving her, and it was all because of that woman.’
’If it weren’t for that woman—if it weren’t for *her*—she could be with Tristan. It was all that woman’s fault...’
’She couldn’t be with Tristan, so what right did that woman have to be with him?’
’She stole her place and still expected to be happy with Tristan? No, she wouldn’t stand by and watch that happen...’
’She was already a dying woman, what was there to be afraid of? Even in death, she refused to see them together.’
As Maggie approached Mika Summers’s VIP room, she stopped. She saw more than a dozen large men in black suits standing guard outside the door. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she hid behind a planter in the hallway.
That morning, she had just wanted to get some fresh air, but she ended up overhearing a conversation between Aiden Avery and Jasmine Warren.
From them, she learned that Tristan had been shot while saving that woman, and that the woman had also taken a bullet to the chest. She’d heard her injuries were much more severe than Tristan’s; if the doctors had been just ten-odd minutes later, the consequences would have been unimaginable...
Her gaze darted around frantically. Suddenly, she saw that the door to the injection room was open.
She jogged into the injection room and quickly rummaged through the cabinets. She found a white lab coat and a surgical mask. After putting them on, she turned, grabbed a nearby cart, and pushed it toward the VIP room.
When she reached the door to the room, Louise Jordan stretched out an arm to stop Maggie. She frowned and asked in a cold voice, "Excuse me, miss. It’s not time for the IV drip yet. Why are you here so early?"
"Oh, the time has been moved up." Maggie’s heart was racing, but she forced herself to keep her voice steady.
"Moved up? Weren’t you supposed to come at five o’clock? It’s barely past three now..." As she spoke, Louise Jordan glanced at her watch, her eyes filled with impatience.
Maggie, a little angry and a little nervous, retorted, "When a patient needs an IV, we nurses would know best. What do you mean by blocking my way like this?"