Chapter 327 How Do You Know She's Better Than When She Was a Child
Emory's brain short-circuited, instinctively resorting to anything Tristan said, "Can you even have kids? Evie is so pretty, and she laughs!"
"Are you sure he can't have kids?" Katniss couldn't take it anymore; Emory's jabs were too obvious.
She watched Tristan's face darken visibly and had to stop Emory from digging his own grave further.
She smoothly changed the subject, "Benjamin is getting engaged, are you going?"
Receiving Katniss's threatening signal, Emory became much more compliant and answered properly, "I haven't been in the country for years, I'm not familiar with people here. He's not going, so if I go, I'll just be staring blankly. I might as well stay home with Evie."
He couldn't go three sentences without mentioning Evie, making Katniss roll her eyes.
She seemed to have already anticipated the scene when Tristan and Evie would reunite and Tristan would retaliate against Emory.
"The Adams family that Benjamin is getting engaged to, I don't seem to know much about them." She changed the subject again, looking sideways at Tristan, "Are you familiar with them?"
Tristan shot a sharp glance at Emory, then reached around Katniss's body, his well-defined hand wrapping around her waist.
"I'm not too sure either."
He sat up straighter, almost pressing Katniss against him, "Emory knows. The Adams family is from the South. After developing well, they went abroad. Horizon Venture Capital has invested in them. Recently, they returned to the country and came to Velvet City to try to get involved in the business here."
He raised an eyebrow at Emory, "You explain."
Emory rolled his eyes, looking at the two of them sitting tightly together on the hospital bed, annoyed.
"Then I'll keep it brief. Evie is still waiting at home, ten minutes at most."
The Adams family has deep roots, almost monopolizing the Southern market.
Back when Tristan's project in Nightfall City became a hit, it secured a significant market for Synergy Global Corporation in Nightfall City. But even then, Synergy Global Corporation in Nightfall City was still inferior to the Adams family.
Especially now, with Synergy Global Corporation in decline?
"So, the Adams family needs a chance to make a name in Velvet City. The White family is currently in the spotlight. With Nora and Benjamin's engagement, both sides get what they want. But I'm curious, Benjamin shouldn't be in such a hurry to get engaged. Is there something I don't know?"
As Emory finished speaking, two pairs of eyes fell on Katniss.
From Tristan's angle, he could only see her curled eyelashes, covering her starry eyes, her lips slightly pursed, saying nothing.
After a few seconds of silence, Katniss pushed Tristan's hand off her waist, got off the bed, and took the fruit basket from the bedside, heading out, "I'm going to wash some fruit."
She was planning to move against White Corporation. The just-stabilized White Corporation would definitely suffer a heavy blow. Benjamin was taking preemptive action.
"What are you so smug about?" As soon as Katniss left, Emory started jabbing at Tristan again, "Tristan, she's hiding something from you, can't you see?"
Tristan lowered his eyes, fiddling with the bandage on his left hand, his long, clean fingers still a bit swollen, "Yes, my Katniss is hiding something from me, planning to settle scores with the White family. Hey, can Evie call people yet? If your wife finds out you acknowledged a daughter, will she be unhappy? Oh, you're already remarried, who knows if anyone will want to marry you in the future. You're right, better acknowledge a daughter first, and treat her well. If you can't get a wife and have no descendants, you can rely on her for your old age."
Emory couldn't laugh anymore.
When it came to being ruthless, he had never seen anyone more ruthless than Tristan!
When it came to being mean, no one was meaner than Tristan!
How did he not know Tristan could talk so much?
"Tristan, you're sick, say less." He patted Tristan's chest, pressing him to lie down.
But Tristan didn't budge, "No need to worry, my Katniss has been taking good care of me these days, I'm almost recovered."
Emory tried hard but couldn't get Tristan to lie down, "Fuck, are you pretending to be sick? If you were really sick, how could you have so much strength?"
Tristan raised an eyebrow, tapping the bed frame under him with his right hand, "It's not that I sat up, the bed frame was adjusted to this angle. You're pressing on me, but it's the bed that's resisting you."
Emory took two steps back and finally noticed that the head of the bed had been adjusted to an angle, allowing Tristan to sit up comfortably.
"When Benjamin gets engaged, you go and take care of Katniss for me. I don't trust her alone." Tristan's expression returned to seriousness, his tone almost commanding.
He glanced at the door of the hospital room; Katniss hadn't returned yet.
Ignoring Emory's earlier reluctance to go, he continued, "You don't have to do anything, just follow her."
In his current state, he definitely couldn't go. Even after being discharged, he had a head injury, with a patch of hair shaved off. It would probably take a month or two before he could be seen in public.
"Oh, so you need a favor from me?" Emory pulled up a chair and straddled it, leaning his hands on the backrest, grinning slyly at Tristan, "Then answer a few questions for me. Do you think Evie is pretty?"
Tristan's eyes flickered slightly, and he replied, "Besides Katniss, Evie is the prettiest I've seen."
"That doesn't count!" Emory was half-dead with anger, "Just admit you're jealous that I have such a cute, smart, and beautiful daughter!"
"I don't want to acknowledge her, after all, I have Katniss. I'd rather have her give birth to our own child, wouldn't that be better?" Tristan raised his right hand and leaned in to pat Emory's shoulder, "You like her, that's fine, but don't force others to envy you. With your temper, no wonder you drove your wife away."
His words, sharp as a sword, directly cut Emory open, stabbing him right in the heart!
When Katniss returned to the hospital room and opened the door, she immediately sensed something was off.
Emory and Tristan were glaring at each other, Emory gritting his teeth, while Tristan looked relaxed, even a bit smug.
"Did you hurt your brain? How come your mouth isn't full of holes?" Emory suddenly stood up, hands on his hips, face red with anger.
His voice was so loud that it startled the nurses passing by in the hallway.
Katniss gave them an apologetic smile, quickly closed the door, and walked in briskly, "What's wrong with you? This is a hospital, it needs to be quiet."
She put down the fruit and was about to tell Emory to calm down when Tristan raised his hand and said, "He's hurt by my words. It's rational that he hasn't jumped out the window yet. Let him shout a bit."
If Emory didn't shout, Tristan feared he might cry.
He thought to himself, with such little skill, you want to play mind games with me?
"Come, let's eat some grapes." He casually picked up the grapes Katniss had just washed and handed them to her lips.
Katniss's lips, touched by the cool, wet grapes, felt very comfortable. She looked at Emory and ate the grapes.
She planned to persuade Emory to leave after eating, to stop him from digging his own grave.
But before she could speak, Tristan's well-defined hand picked up a strawberry and handed it to her.
Apparently, Emory got the hint and finally left in a huff.
But perhaps still fuming, Emory went home and created a group chat, adding both her and Tristan.
Then he started bombarding them with photos and videos of Evie, dozens every few minutes.
Or maybe Emory knew she was at the hospital taking care of Tristan and would miss Evie, so he sent them on purpose.
Katniss sat on a chair, her feet on the bed's support, leaning forward to watch with Tristan.
"This one is so cute. She's almost four months old now, her skin is so tender, much prettier than when she was younger."
Evie was indeed getting prettier, with big, bright eyes full of life.
Her little mouth was always a bit wet, making her lips look even more attractive.
Her chubby little arms.
The more Katniss looked at the photos, the more she missed Evie, wanting to hold her and kiss her.
"How do you know she's much prettier than when she was younger?" Tristan, engrossed in the photos, was puzzled by her comment.
Katniss stiffened, looking up at him against the midday sun. His features were somewhat blurred by the backlight.
But her thoughts were clear as day on her face.
After a moment, she lowered her head and said, "Emory sent them to me."
"He brags to you too?" Tristan scoffed lightly. Anyone who knew Emory probably knew he had an acknowledged daughter.
Thinking it over, Katniss turned off her phone, afraid she might accidentally reveal something.
"Bragging, who wouldn't brag about such a beautiful child?" She was sure that if she told Tristan now that Evie was his daughter, he would tear off his bandage and run home.
In the future, all he would do is brag about Evie.
This seemed to hurt Tristan a bit. He frowned, handed her another strawberry, and said nothing, just feeding her.
But he opened his phone again, continuing to look at the photos and videos Emory sent.
These days, Sophia was busy making soup to nourish Tristan, leaving Emory to take care of Evie.
According to Emory, Evie wasn't very well-behaved at night, as Katniss usually slept with her.
So, a couple of times before bed, Emory called Katniss, letting Evie listen to her voice to fall asleep.
This made Katniss eager to be discharged and see her Evie.
Unfortunately, Tristan's head wound had some complications.
The wound wasn't healing well, occasionally bleeding, so the doctor did a more thorough examination.
The blood vessels in his brain were numerous and delicate, severely damaged, so recovery was slow.
The doctor suggested staying a few more days for observation to decide when to discharge.
With Benjamin's engagement party approaching, Katniss finally found a chance to go home.
"I'll be back tonight... or tomorrow?" She packed her things and discussed with Tristan, "You can eat by yourself now, get out of bed on your own. It's just the head wound left to monitor. If anything happens, call the nurse, okay?"
She hadn't handled any work these days, and Tristan assumed she had important work to do.
He reached out to her, his tone a bit reluctant, "Then what time will you be back tomorrow morning?"
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