Chapter 152: After math of the situation...
Tryson let out a low, guttural growl the moment the doctor withdrew the syringe from his arm, his muscles tensing at the lingering sting.
He had refused to go to the hospital the previous night, unwilling to endure the sterile walls and probing eyes, so he had demanded the doctor make a house call instead.
Moore had accompanied the doctor, ensuring that Tryson cooperated as a syringe of his blood was drawn for testing.
The sharp prick of the needle sent a brief jolt of pain through his skin, prompting another quiet growl to escape his lips.
He barely flinched, though, as Moore pressed a cotton swab to the fresh puncture before smoothly inserting the syringe where it was needed.
"You made the right call by having the doctor come here," Moore remarked, his voice calm yet laced with curiosity. His sharp gaze swept around the dimly lit room, as if searching for something—or someone. "But instead of the hotel, you chose to stay home. That’s unusual. I hope there’s nothing wrong? And... I don’t see Angel anywhere."
Tryson inhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. "She had a lot to deal with," he replied, his tone even but uncertain.
The truth was sitting heavily on his tongue, and he wasn’t sure how to reveal it to Moore just yet.
Moore’s expression darkened slightly, his eyes narrowing with quiet suspicion.
"But whatever she’s going through... it’s nothing too serious, right?" His voice was steady, but Tryson could hear the underlying concern.
It wasn’t just a casual question—it was a warning, a subtle but firm way of cautioning him about Angel’s well-being.