Chapter 1133

Bethany didn't leave right away. She stood there, gazing up at the upper floors, silently counting as she tried to figure out which ward might be Trystan's. A cold voice suddenly cut through the quiet, making her jump. "What are you doing here?" She turned to find Trystan sitting in a wheelchair, with Sawyer pushing him. She hesitated before answering, "I-I walked a friend here." Trystan snorted, clearly not seeing Ruth at all. "A friend? You must really be a good friend to walk them to the hospital entrance." Bethany could hear the hostility in his voice and felt helpless. "It's late. I should get going. You… should head back and rest," she said, giving Sawyer a nod before turning to leave. "I'm getting discharged tomorrow," Trystan replied. "There's no need for you to come again. You'd just be wasting your time." He tilted his head toward Sawyer. "Uncle Sawyer, take me back." Bethany froze, realizing he thought she had come for him. Shaking her head, she slowly made her way