Chapter 409 I Will Forget You
"Go home." Saskia found a waiter and lifted the drunken Nicholas to leave.
Only Katniss was left in the private room. She looked up with teary eyes, leaning against the sofa and staring at the ceiling.
It was quite painful.
He probably didn't want her to fall into such pain, which was why he was so determined.
But she thought, now he must feel more comfortable than in the small village.
This was closer to her, closer to Evie, even if he was... at least, they were by his side.
Thinking of Evie, Katniss felt even more uncomfortable, looking at the colorful liquids on the table, she resisted the urge to drink.
Evie was still at home; she had to go back.
Late at night, around eleven, she drove home. Her delicate face showed a bit of fatigue, but nothing else seemed amiss.
In the hospital room, Tristan, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, stood by the window looking at the brightly lit building in the city center.
That was Zenith Group, which he had been following for the past few months. Under Katniss's leadership, it had gotten on track and was developing rapidly.
"It's so cold, you're standing by the window with it open, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Emory started nagging as soon as he entered the room.
He walked over and closed the window, but was surprised to find a gap that wouldn't close.
He applied more force and tried again, but it still wouldn't close.
Looking down, he found Tristan's hand on the windowsill, his fingers pale from being pinched by the window.
"Why didn't you say something?" He quickly moved Tristan's hand away.
Tristan looked down and saw his fingers were pinched, his eyes darkened, "Didn't feel any pain."
The loss of strength and sensation in his fingertips was the beginning of deterioration.
Emory squeezed his wrist, unconsciously applying force, "Does it hurt?"
"My fingers don't hurt, my wrist does." Tristan pulled his hand back. "What did the doctor say?"
"You haven't had a blood test in nearly a month. This time's blood test showed that the drug's effect has slowed down significantly. They're trying their best to develop an antidote, but there's one ingredient they can't crack, and they're still interrogating the people in the lab."
Emory motioned for Tristan to rest on the bed and handed over a test report.
"Duke is crazier than we thought. It's said that each person only participated in part of the experiment; not everyone was involved the whole time. So even if we interrogate everyone, we can't piece together the exact dosage because... one person is missing."
But in the lab, everyone had been captured. The person who added the dosage wasn't caught, making the development of the antidote extremely difficult.
Anyone who participated in the experiment couldn't be a small figure.
This proved that someone was still at large.
"Killing Duke cut off all clues." Emory thought it would have been better to capture Duke and torture him for the antidote.
Tristan glanced at the test report and put it back on the table. "Then start with the people around Duke, don't let anyone go."
Emory was about to respond when he suddenly retorted, "Why investigate? You're ready to die, why waste our efforts?"
A pillow was thrown over, hitting Emory in the face.
He fumbled to catch it. "You only lose your temper with us. Try losing your temper with Katniss? Katniss doesn't even come to see you."
Hearing this, Tristan's expression darkened even more.
Since being hospitalized last night, she hadn't come once.
He turned over and lay down, closing his eyes, looking like he was going to sleep.
Even the back of his head exuded displeasure. Emory didn't dare provoke him further and lay down on the sofa with the pillow.
He thought Katniss would definitely come to see Tristan, no later than tomorrow.
But unexpectedly, three days passed without Katniss showing up.
Tristan's face grew grimmer each day until on the fourth day, a photo of Katniss having lunch with Evie and Samuel hit the headlines.
Emory then realized, Katniss had made up her mind.
When Tristan had his accident, no one dared to reveal the truth, only saying it was an accident.
For months, Tristan hadn't appeared, and suddenly Katniss was having lunch with Samuel and Evie; the harmonious scene was magnified by the media.
[Heart change!]
[The once-promised love and happiness were shattered instantly.]
But there was no concrete evidence; the media only hinted at something.
That afternoon, Nicholas dragged Katniss to Tristan's hospital room.
The sunlight was just right, and Tristan had been in the hospital for a few days, looking much better than in the small village.
However, his movements were still stiff.
He glanced at Katniss, capturing the dissatisfaction in her clear eyes towards Nicholas's actions.
"Katniss, you can't leave!" Nicholas blocked the door, afraid she would run.
"I'm not leaving." However, Katniss had no intention of leaving. She tidied her messy clothes and walked to Tristan's bedside. "After all, we were once married, and I gave him a child. It's only right to come and see him."
Emory sneered, "You didn't even buy anything, really just came to see."
Katniss replied, "Nicholas didn't give me a chance to buy anything."
She looked down at Tristan's chiseled profile, but he didn't look at her.
It was unclear if he was angry or thought it was good this way.
Perhaps because of the frequent work in the small village, the veins on the back of his hand were more prominent, hidden under his sleeve.
"How's the treatment going?" She asked directly.
Because she knew Emory and the others wouldn't tell the truth.
Sure enough, Emory said, "His mental health issue is the worst now, he's going crazy missing you."
"Really?" Katniss put one hand in her pocket, took two steps back, and leaned against the bed. "If you don't say it, no one will know you have a mental health issue. Do you have to let someone open your chest and take out your heart to see before you admit it? It's unnecessary."
"You two, get out." Tristan suddenly spoke.
Nicholas felt there was a tense atmosphere in the room.
He was pushed out by Emory, still muttering, "Don't let them fight!"
Emory said, "Tristan can't beat Katniss now, he won't suffer, no one will die, don't worry."
As soon as they left, Tristan got out of bed, his movements slow but orderly, his tall body pressing towards Katniss.
Katniss looked up, seeing the stubble on his chin.
It had been a long time since they were this close; she even felt his scent was unfamiliar.
Her eyes felt hot, looking up made it easier for tears to fall, and she held back.
"Say what you want to say." Katniss wanted to hear Tristan say he couldn't stand seeing her with another man and their child.
But Tristan's complex emotions were suppressed by reason. "You shouldn't have brought me back."
Katniss's lips curled, "You can leave now, I'll forget you, forget all these years of feelings! Forget what you said to me! I won't let Evie know her father is Tristan, she'll have a new father, will..."
She finally provoked him into a frenzied kiss.
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