Chapter 390 Will You Tell the Truth?
Emory reached out to stop Katniss, "He's not in a good condition right now, you better not disturb him."
"Emory."
Her voice was not loud, even slightly low, but it carried an indescribable sense of intimidation, "If you stop me again, we won't be friends anymore!"
Emory wanted to say something, but Nicholas pulled him aside, "Give them some time."
Watching Katniss step by step towards Tristan, Emory's eyes turned red, and he sighed deeply.
Katniss followed behind Tristan, not daring to disturb him.
She quietly watched him move forward bit by bit, watching his uncontrollable legs make funny and even somewhat ridiculous movements, forming a stark contrast to the once high and mighty Tristan.
But she had no urge to laugh at all, even feeling grateful for every scar on his body.
Because those scars kept him alive.
After about fifty minutes, he returned to the ward, and Katniss followed him in.
Perhaps hearing the sound behind him, Tristan turned his head to glance.
But his expression and eyes were indifferent, just lightly sweeping over Katniss before sitting on the bed and closing his eyes to rest.
Katniss had experienced countless times being in the same room with Tristan, but not knowing how to start a conversation, but never had she felt so helpless.
She slowly approached, trying hard to squeeze out a smile, but not knowing that her smile looked very strange at the moment.
"I saw your video looking for your family. I want to help you. Do you remember anything? Can you tell me?"
Her voice was trembling.
But Tristan didn't even look at her, just lay quietly on the bed.
It seemed that the exercise had exhausted him, and he had fallen asleep.
Katniss didn't disturb him, just stood by and watched his profile.
Their past moments flashed through her mind like movie scenes, sweet, sad, painful, joyful... all intertwined into one emotion... It's good to be alive.
'As long as you're alive, there's infinite hope.'
Katniss stood in the ward for an entire afternoon, from the blazing noon sun to the dusk of the setting sun. During this long time, he didn't move, seemingly really asleep.
"Katniss, it's getting late, you should go rest."
Finally, Emory couldn't help but come over to persuade, "Even if you don't believe me, your body is your own. Besides, you've already found him, are you still worried he'll run away?"
Indeed, she wasn't afraid he'd run away.
Moreover, she had more important things to do.
Reluctantly, Katniss took her eyes off Tristan and left the ward.
With a soft sound of the door closing, Tristan, who had been unresponsive all afternoon, slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were filled with deep despair, and he wanted to prop himself up to see her back.
But his arm went limp, and he fell back onto the bed, looking disheveled.
He stared at his numb hand, his eyes filled with suppressed emotions.
After a long time, he picked up his phone with difficulty and dialed a number, "Arrange for my discharge."
The once attractive voice had now become slow and hoarse.
Katniss returned to the hotel, ate a little, and started making phone calls.
"Ryan, contact the most authoritative doctors from all fields immediately, and have them come to Pearlhaven right away. I want to give Tristan a comprehensive examination."
"Found Mr. Forbes?"
Ryan's excited voice came through, making Katniss slightly relieved that he hadn't been involved in Emory and the others hiding the news of finding Tristan.
If Ryan had been involved, Katniss wouldn't know who to trust.
"Yes, found him. But he's not in good condition now, arrange for them to come as soon as possible."
After hanging up, Emory's voice immediately sounded, "Pearlhaven Hospital's medical technology is quite good; we've already arranged for doctors to give Tristan a comprehensive examination."
"I don't trust you now."
Her voice was very calm, and her eyes extremely sharp.
Instinctively, Emory wanted to explain something.
Katniss slightly raised her hand, interrupting Emory's explanation, "I said, I don't have the energy to dwell on why you deceived me. The fact is you did deceive me, and I can't be sure if the information you provided is true or false. I need to check it myself."
She somewhat understood in her heart, neither Emory nor Nicholas could betray Tristan.
As for why they hid it from her, she didn't want to think deeply, nor did she have the energy.
In the three months Tristan was missing, she constantly reviewed the events of the days Tristan went to the neighboring city.
But no matter how many times she thought about it, she couldn't find the problem.
What exactly made him risk leaving her and Evie forever, instead of staying to protect them?
The next day, Katniss met the team of doctors arranged by Ryan at the airport and went straight to Pearlhaven Hospital.
The ward door was wide open, with several nurses inside tidying up.
The empty hospital bed made Katniss's legs go weak, almost falling.
Emory seemed to have anticipated this, supporting her in time, she pushed him away, "Miss, the patient in bed number nine..."
"Discharged." The nurse replied indifferently.
Katniss pursed her lips and immediately looked back at Emory.
Emory raised his hand, "I swear, I don't know this time."
"Arrange this medical team."
She left a sentence and turned to investigate the hospital's detailed records.
Although Tristan had lost his memory, the hospitalization and discharge records were very detailed.
Nicholas drove, Emory sat in the passenger seat, taking Katniss to a small coastal fishing village.
On the way, Emory kept looking back at Katniss sitting in the back seat.
She appeared very calm, resting with her eyes closed as if there was nothing unusual around her.
After looking a few times, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to ask something?"
"Will you tell the truth?"
"I'll try."
Katniss opened her eyes. "How was he rescued at that time?"
"Fishermen accidentally fished him up while at sea, probably seeing his luxurious clothes and extraordinary demeanor, thinking they could make some money by saving him, so they sent him to the hospital, spending quite a bit of money."
Katniss sneered, "You fall from a high place and still look luxurious and extraordinary, I'll give you a billion dollars, how about that?"
Katniss's gaze was so intimidating that Emory didn't dare to look directly at her.
He helplessly turned to Nicholas, "Why don't you say something?"
Nicholas, who had been silently driving, only said one sentence.
"The poverty of the coastal fishermen is beyond your imagination."
Katniss sighed lightly and said no more.
Due to the remoteness of the fishing village, it took them an hour to get there.
The fishing village was very small, so small that you could see the end of it at a glance.
Katniss approached a few middle-aged women weaving fishing nets by the roadside to inquire, "A few months ago, a fishing family here saved someone, do you know who it was?"
The women didn't speak, but all looked towards a woman in a corner.
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