Chapter 21

Considering that we weren't related, Tristan had done more than enough for me. Perhaps he helped me out of respect for the Lambert family and my brother. Those unrealistic thoughts of mine soon vanished into thin air. The test results came back okay. The swelling in my brain was decreasing, and the vomiting last night was due to post-concussion syndrome. With the report in hand, I felt a weight lift off my chest. I was still young. I didn't want to die so soon. I didn't know why I was so impulsive, jumping off the building before I lost my memory. If I had the chance to do it again, I would've dragged that scumbag Jameson down with me. "The doctor said you're fine, so why are you being so dramatic, Wynonna?" That irritating voice pierced through my thoughts once more. I frowned as Jameson approached, a chill running down my spine. Instinctively, I hid behind Jason. Jason stood in front of me, looking clearly displeased. "Mr. Brown, the doctor said Ms. Lambert is stable for now,