Chapter 422 Natural Pure Water
Ember hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I'm just afraid Rupert will find out."
"Didn't I promise to help you keep it from Rupert?" Jessica was already thinking about the villa, hoping Ember would bring back a surprise today.
She couldn't help but glare and say, "Can you get it done or not? Stop talking all the time and actually do something!"
As she spoke, she slapped the cloth out of Ember's hand. "Stop cleaning the table and figure something out!"
Ember's hand hurt, her knuckles turned red, but she could only say, "Katniss is really tough. I'm afraid if things get out of hand, she's too powerful for ordinary people like us to handle."
Jessica rolled her eyes. "Who was it that swore to me yesterday that if you persisted, Katniss would definitely buy me a villa? What are you doing? Painting me a dream? Just taking a few days off to be lazy?"
Caught in a dilemma, Ember had no words to defend herself.
"I told Rupert that you're not feeling well and need at least a week of rest. No matter what, you have to get this done within a week. The villa needs to be bought before my child is born!"
Jessica, driven by anger, spoke without any regard for feelings.
After speaking, she didn't let Ember continue working and waved her away.
To prevent Rupert from noticing anything and making the situation even harder to handle.
Ember left the Italian restaurant, walking angrily towards the bus stop.
She sighed and pondered, unwilling to give up.
The doctor took the sample, and in about two days, the results would be out.
As soon as Emory got the results, he called Katniss to the hospital and threw the report on the bed.
"This Lucas is a real bastard."
Katniss glanced at him and quickly opened the report, not just one, but seven.
"Is this bastard fooling us? The report shows that the substance is water! Pure natural water!"
Emory, hands on his hips, was furious. The testing personnel couldn't believe it and tested it seven or eight times, fearing they missed some high-tech drug, but they had to believe it.
Katniss felt a sharp pain in her head, her hopes of the past few days instantly shattered, the flicker of hope unable to illuminate even a bit of the darkness.
She tightly gripped the reports, her lips pressed together in silence.
"He will contact us again." Tristan got out of bed, pulling the report from Katniss's hand.
After a while, he stroked her hair. "Lucas is not even a fraction as ruthless as Duke. When Ivy wanted to change his identity and lay low for years, he turned around and ruined their plans. At least in this matter, he has some principles."
Though Lucas couldn't be called a good person, he wasn't a villain who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Thinking of how Lucas stole from Travis's safe, Katniss didn't have much dislike for him.
But now, because Lucas had extinguished all her hopes and mocked her, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Keep looking for Lucas's whereabouts." Tristan gave Emory a meaningful look.
Emory saw through Katniss's facade of strength and sighed. "I'll find him. I must find that bastard."
He left the room, cursing.
Katniss took the report from Tristan's hand, tore it up, and threw it in the trash can in the corner.
After that, she stood there, facing the corner, trying to adjust her mindset.
The sudden collapse of all her hopes was the final straw that broke her emotional stability.
She found it hard to stay rational.
"The doctor said if I stay in one place without moving, I can be discharged. He will come to check on me and draw blood every day."
Tristan stopped a short distance behind her, leaning against the wall. "What do you think?"
His tone was light, but his eyes couldn't hide the pain.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Katniss took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "It's troublesome to come to the hospital every day. If I can go home, I will. That way, Evie can see you every day."
"Going back... Might not be a good thing."
He wasn't sure if continuing to be part of their lives was right, given his uncertain health condition.
But he knew that going back would at least improve Katniss's mood for now, but it was all temporary, temporary happiness, temporary disappointment."Tristan, let's get married." Katniss avoided his question, holding the corner of his hospital gown, looking down. "You owe me a wedding, a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. We don't need many people, but our parents should be there."
Tristan's body stiffened, his eyes narrowing like a hawk's, clenching his jaw for a long time before speaking. "Are you sure?"
Katniss looked up at him. "I'm sure. While there's still time, you should give me what you owe me."
Indeed, he owned her. They had been married for so long without a wedding.
Complex emotions spread through Tristan's heart. He pressed his lips together for a long time. "I'm going out for a smoke."
Katniss watched him leave the room, not even taking a cigarette, and he was gone for over half an hour.
When he returned, he really did smell of smoke.
"I just talked to the doctor. He said after the IV this afternoon, I can be discharged and go home. Starting tomorrow, he will come to our house for treatment."
He sat on the bed for a long time before looking up. "Do you want to wait for me to go back together?"
Katniss looked at him for a while, her lips parting slightly. "Go wherever you want. If you don't marry me, don't come into my house."
Tristan was amused by her anger. He saw her walk over, grab her bag from the sofa, and try to leave.
He immediately stopped her, his strong hand holding her slender waist.
Knowing he didn't have much strength, she didn't push his hand away.
Katniss fell into his arms, her hands on his strong chest.
"But there's one thing we need to discuss first."
Katniss snorted, looking up. "Are you afraid I'll do something to you?"
Tristan raised an eyebrow, pretending to be serious. "Indeed, I am."
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, nose, their hot breaths mingling.
He whispered, "The doctor said we can't do anything."
Katniss's bright eyes trembled, the confusion fading from her gaze.
She looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Tristan avoided her eyes, his hand on her waist tightening. "Just what it sounds like."
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