Chapter 124

"Grandpa," Trystan responded, clearly reluctant to delve into details, "I've made my decision. Please, let's not discuss it further." George's face fell. "Very well. I won't ask anymore." He slowly lay down, turning his back to Trystan. "You can go now. Move out tomorrow." "Grandpa…" "Get out!" Trystan had no choice but to leave, returning to his room. Meanwhile, Bethany had showered, and the pain from the wound on her scalp intensified. She sat in front of the vanity, gently tugging at her hair to access the wound, intending to disinfect it. As she located the wound, a sharp sting caused her to hiss just as Trystan walked in. Instinctively, Bethany covered the wound with her hair, her expression awkward as she glanced at the mirror. No matter how much she loved Trystan, she didn't want him to see her scars. She couldn't bear any sympathetic looks from him. As Bethany got up to prepare for bed, she was surprised when Trystan grabbed her shoulder. "What are you doing?" she as