Chapter 165: At which the pain occupied...
Tryson stepped into the car that had been opened for him, his movements slow and deliberate.
As the door closed behind him, the first thing he did was exhale sharply, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, and for a brief moment, he allowed his mind to wander through the chaotic events that had led to this point.
In the midst of his thoughts, a sharp, stinging pain shot through his hand, pulling his attention to the injury that had yet to fully heal.
The sensation surged under his skin, causing him to instinctively lower his head and stare at the crimson red blood that trickled down his palm. A low growl rumbled from his chest as frustration simmered within him.
His hand hovered for a moment, as if debating whether to reach for it, but before he could act, a sharp beep from his phone cut through his haze of pain.
His gaze snapped down to the screen, a frown creasing his forehead. The message that flashed on the display was from Angel. The simple, cryptic words "Come meet me" sent a ripple of surprise through him.
For a brief second, a sense of relief washed over him. The thought that Angel had reached out to him in the midst of everything gave him a glimmer of reassurance.
The blood on his hand, the pain, the situation he found himself in—none of it seemed to matter as much anymore.
Instead, the urge to meet her, to understand what this was about, completely overtook him. The injury, once a burning reminder of his struggles, now felt distant and insignificant.
"Let’s be on our way," Tryson muttered under his breath, his words curt and final as he read the message from Angel.
Without offering any further explanation, he waved his hand dismissively, signaling to his driver that there was no need for any more discussion.