Chapter 406 I Can't Tolerate Her Hating Me
The room was very simple, with a few wooden chairs that were uncomfortable to sit on.
When Tristan stood up, he bumped his knee on the corner of the chair, but he seemed not to feel it.
He walked around and stood beside Katniss, keeping a certain distance.
"Are you angry?"
"Mr. Forbes, what are you talking about? I don't know you at all, so why would I be angry for no reason?" Katniss didn't even look at him.
He pressed his thin lips together, having long seen that Katniss was putting on a show for him.
"I've booked a ticket for you for tomorrow afternoon. Are you going back?" Katniss glanced at him, no longer beating around the bush, her words very direct.
Katniss's clear eyes met his; she had even forgotten how long it had been since she looked at him like this.
This scene felt like a dream, but it was far less joyful than in her dreams.
Tristan moved his hand, wanting to pull her into his arms, but in the end, he couldn't lift his hand. "Taking me back will only bring more pain."
"Then why are you wasting your breath talking to me?" Katniss stood up, gathering the documents on the table, "Aren't you always decisive? No matter what I say, I can't make decisions for you. You can't expect me to not only not be sad but also be grateful to you and cry tears of gratitude because of your arrangements, right?"
She retorted mockingly, "You've already successfully made me realize that not stopping my search for you was a mistake. Enough is enough, don't make me feel that knowing you in this life was a huge mistake!"
His hand, which had been reaching out, moved slowly, trying to grab her wrist, but she deftly avoided it.
Tristan's fingers barely brushed her sleeve, but he could only watch as she moved further and further away from him.
"Don't worry, I won't cling to you anymore. Whether you want to get treated or wait to die, there's no need to stay in a place like this."
After saying this, she had already left the room.
The slowly closing door cut off his gaze towards her.
Her back exuded coldness and a facade of strength.
In the evening, Emory and Nicholas hurriedly came to Tristan.
"What's going on?" Emory handed over a plane ticket, "Katniss asked me to give this to you. Have you made up your mind to go back?"
Tristan took the ticket, his eyes flickering slightly, his thumb gently rubbing the ticket without saying a word.
Nicholas sat down beside him, giving Emory a look, "With this temper, so stubborn, can he figure it out?"
"You all are so smart, don't play with me. What does this mean? Katniss gave you a ticket because she figured out you were pretending to have amnesia, right?" Emory was anxious, scratching his head, pulling a chair over to sit down, "Tristan, can you just tell us what's going on? With your illness, who knows when you'll die, and you don't even have any last words. Isn't that unfair?"
After a long silence, Tristan finally spoke, "Her sadness and pain are only temporary. In the future, with Evie filling her life, she will gradually forget me. I can tolerate her forgetting me and starting anew, but I can't tolerate... her hating me."
That kind of hate came from the heart.
Katniss wasn't being childish, deliberately trying to anger him.
She was giving him a final warning... If he insisted on this, she would be heartbroken and truly hate him.
He couldn't bear to see her immersed in the pain of hatred.
Nicholas slapped his thigh, "In short, you want to guide Katniss's behavior, control everything, but Katniss is unhappy. If she hates you, you deserve it. It's not that Katniss can't accept you becoming like this; it's that you can't accept her hating you for a lifetime. She already has you in the palm of her hand!"
After a long time, Tristan suddenly smiled, looking up at the sky, "Indeed."
Katniss didn't sleep all night, and when she woke up early in the morning, a sudden sense of nervousness filled her heart.
Even if she tried to hide it, Samuel still noticed.
"It's a long way to the airport. We need to leave by noon at the latest. If there's anything you haven't packed, leave it to me." He placed his suitcase to the side, "With you being so absent-minded, you might leave Evie behind."
Katniss didn't admit it. "No way, I gave birth to her."
Samuel didn't argue with her, packing some things for Evie and her.
At eleven o'clock, they made a simple lunch. After eating, they headed straight to the airport with Evie.
The bumpy journey made Evie very curious, constantly peering out the car window.
Katniss, however, felt increasingly heavy-hearted, the sense of distraction almost swallowing her.
For the first time, she started to feel carsick, her head dizzy, and finally endured until they reached the airport.
Someone helped them check in their luggage, and Samuel held Evie, seeing how uncomfortable she was, he said, "There's nearly an hour until boarding. You can rest for a while in the VIP lounge."
"OK," Katniss responded, rubbing her temples as she checked in.
As soon as she stepped into the VIP lounge, she spotted three men sitting in a row.
Emory and Nicholas were sitting with their legs crossed, smiling at her leisurely.
In the middle, Tristan had shed the unchanging outfit from the small village and was wearing a custom tracksuit.
Seeing Katniss, Nicholas quickly stood up, "Come, sit here."
"No need." Katniss's nervousness finally eased, and she refused Nicholas, sitting down opposite them.
She leaned her head against the back of the sofa, trying to shake off the dizziness from the car ride.
Seeing this, Nicholas walked over to Samuel, "Come on, give Evie to me."
"Mr. Kennedy, I'd better do it." Samuel politely refused.
"Evie's dad is right here. What are you holding her for? They haven't seen each other for a long time, so don't interfere with their bonding." With that, Nicholas tried to take Evie from Samuel's arms.
Katniss suddenly opened her eyes, saying coldly, "Isn't Evie's dad about to die? Why bond? Better stay far away."
Nicholas quickly withdrew his hand, sitting back beside Tristan, defeated.
Seeing Katniss close her eyes again, he whispered to Tristan, "No wonder you're afraid of her being angry. She's serious."
Tristan looked away, silent.
After a while, it was time for early boarding.
Having not slept all night, Katniss asked for a blanket after boarding the plane, holding the tired Evie, and starting to sleep.
Unconsciously, her head tilted and then straightened, repeating several times, unable to sleep well.
Until suddenly, a pair of hands gently supported her head, letting her lean on his shoulder, and she finally fell asleep.
When they arrived in Velvet City, it was past nine in the evening.
The flight attendant reminded everyone to prepare for disembarking, and Katniss woke up, opening her eyes to find that Samuel, beside her, had somehow been replaced by Tristan.
And Evie, in her arms, was being held and entertained by Emory and Nicholas.
She just glanced at Tristan without saying a word.
When it was time to disembark, she took Evie from their hands and walked out of the airport with Samuel.
"Mr. White arranged a car to pick us up. There's a meeting for the small village project early tomorrow morning. It's likely to be a long one, so you should rest early."
Katniss responded, and before she could say anything, Emory caught up with her.
"Katniss, why are you walking so fast? Tristan's legs aren't good; he can't keep up."
"Why is he following me?" Katniss retorted.
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