Chapter 18

When he saw my eyes open, he asked, "Should I call Charles about this?" I was taken aback, unsure how to respond. A wave of bitterness washed over me. Chloe had told me that Charles hadn't spoken to me in five years. Tristan checked my complexion and said slowly, "You don't look good. I think I should call him. You're his little sister, after all; you're still family. "Jason will be here soon to check on you. If you don't start feeling better, we might have to admit you to the hospital tonight." He hesitated, then added, "It's not that I didn't want you to stay in the hospital today. I just worried you'd be alone." I managed to hold back my tears when he mentioned my brother. But when he spoke those final words, my tears began to flow uncontrollably. Tristan noticed and gently said, "Don't cry. It's okay. You'll be alright." He took out his phone and stepped outside to make a call. I cried quietly for a while. When Tristan returned to the room, I glanced at him with hope. H