Inside the hospital room, Tristan Grayson's expression was absolutely murderous.
If Jasmine Warren were a man, he would have stormed out and beaten the crap out of her long ago. But she was a woman—and Mika Summers's friend—so all he could do was endure it.
Mika Summers's brow was also tightly furrowed. She glanced at Tristan Grayson with concern. Seeing that he made no move, she quietly sighed in relief, yet she also grew warier of him.
Jasmine Warren pounded on the door for a long time, but no one opened it. Eventually, she had no choice but to leave, but she wasn't giving up that easily. 'I can't just stand by and watch Mika get tricked by that bastard Tristan Grayson again.'
She stormed toward the stairwell, failing to notice a man standing there. She walked right into him.
The man didn't budge an inch, but the impact sent her stumbling back two steps, and she nearly fell flat on her butt.
