Jade Sutton lay on the roadside, fresh blood gushing from the outside of her thigh. Her beautiful face was tightly knitted in pain, and silent tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
The driver who hit her cursed at the traffic police nearby, "This woman is crazy! Damn it, she ran out here on her own asking for death!"
Tristan Lockwood heard the man’s words, and his dark eyes dimd slightly.
But quickly, without hesitation, he instructed the people around to call for an ambulance and squatted beside Jade Sutton, urgently tending to her wound.
"You don’t have to care about ." Jade lowered her eyes, her face ashen, saying, "I know I’ve been a lot of trouble for you, I won’t anymore."
"I’m a doctor." Tristan focused on treating her wound, speaking without looking up, "It’s just my duty."
Jade pressed her lips together, saying no more.
Fortunately, the accident happened right at the entrance of Central Hospital, so the ambulance arrived especially fast.
However, as the ergency personnel ca to lift Jade onto the stretcher, she grabbed Tristan’s wrist, unwilling to let go.
Tristan furrowed his brow, about to pull away, when a nearby young nurse said, "Dr. Lockwood, you’d better follow. The patient’s emotions are unstable. Who knows what might happen?"
The young nurse was pretty familiar with Jade Sutton, rembering that the wrist-cutting woman from before was her.
She attempted suicide twice; she’s probably soone who doesn’t value her life. If she causes a scene at the hospital, it’ll be too much trouble.
At this mont, a passerby on the street started causing a commotion, shouting to Tristan, "You’re her boyfriend, right? Just now at the hospital entrance, you made the girl cry. Don’t let a lovers’ quarrel end in tragedy!"
Tristan’s expression turned cold, and he cast a chilling gaze over, causing the person to retreat a step and imdiately shut up.
In the end, Tristan was pushed along onto the ambulance by other ergency personnel from Central Hospital.
...
Riverbend’s night was clear tonight, the bright moon hanging high, not a cloud in sight.
After the plane landed smoothly, Claire Hale turned off flight mode and glanced at WeChat.
There was no ssage from Tristan Lockwood, nor a call from him.
Her eyes shimred slightly as she put away her phone and quickly disembarked from the plane.
anwhile, she instinctively glanced around as she erged from the arrival gate.
There were many people picking up passengers, likely due to Valentine’s Day, and most of them were couples, boys looking inside expectantly, and girls rushing into their arms gleefully.
The crowd surged, but his figure was absent.
Tina Hayes noticed Claire Hale’s steps slowing, her deanor absent-minded, and casually asked, "President Hale, what are you looking at?"
"It’s nothing." Claire Hale withdrew her gaze, quickening her pace again, and said to her, "Let’s go."
Tina nodded, but as they exited the airport, seeing passing sweet couples, suddenly realized, "President Hale, it’s Valentine’s Day today."
Claire Hale responded softly, "Mm."
Whether it was an illusion, Tina Hayes felt she caught a note of loss in Claire Hale’s single syllable.
She, being straightforward, blurted out without thinking, "After eting the clients last night, I saw you buying a tie clip in the mall. Planning to give it to soone today?"
When she saw the price, she was montarily shocked—a six-figure tie clip, their President Hale truly spared no expense.
Claire Hale said nothing.
Tina Hayes observed her strange expression and suddenly realized, exclaiming in disbelief, "Were you planning to give it as a Valentine’s gift to Tristan Lockwood?"
Claire Hale remained silent.
Tina Hayes was incensed, "He didn’t even make a date with you, why bother with him! President Hale, don’t be foolish in love!"
What Claire Hale couldn’t tell Tina Hayes was that the situation was actually worse now.
Tristan Lockwood did arrange a date with her, but he stood her up.
He is soone who values promises deeply, otherwise he wouldn’t still be fixated on the letters from years ago, yet he broke his word to her.
Clearly, she is soone he can casually discard from his heart.
Even if he has so affection for her right now, it’s trivial and can be extinguished at any mont.
For a mont, Claire Hale felt like a spinning top being carelessly toyed with by Tristan Lockwood. He gives her a push, and she spins tirelessly, even when his enthusiasm wanes, she continues orbiting him, unaware of the fatigue.
Tina Hayes saw her silence and refrained from further questions, rely scrolling through Weibo in the car.
However, after a short while, a local news alert suddenly popped up—a traffic accident report from Riverbend Evening News.
In the news photo, Tristan Lockwood was squatting, treating the injured woman lying on the ground.
And that woman was none other than Jade Sutton.
When a man skillfully handles professional matters, it always adds a touch of charm, especially for soone like Tristan Lockwood whose looks and aura are already perfect.
The comnts below that Weibo post began querying Tristan Lockwood’s personal information en masse.
Tina Hayes scrolled down and suddenly saw a comnt under a thread asking if Tristan Lockwood had a girlfriend, with a nested reply: Stop dreaming, isn’t he treating his girlfriend?
Claire Hale was about to ask Tina Hayes about her place when she caught sight of this sentence.
She asked, "Who is whose girlfriend?"
Tina Hayes froze, quickly putting away her phone, and said, "Reading the news, people I don’t know."
Whenever she spoke, her gaze liked to wander elsewhere. Claire Hale noticed this and continued, "Show that news."
"It’s just a car crash report, nothing interesting."
"Let see."
Her three words were decisive and firm. Tina Hayes hesitated, then slowly unlocked her phone and showed it to her.
With one glance, Claire Hale saw the photo of Tristan Lockwood squatting beside Jade Sutton.
Emotion flickered slightly in her eyes, but she soon looked away, saying nothing.
However, when the two arrived at the office, Tina Hayes saw Claire Hale throw the bag containing the tie clip into the trash bin.
...
At the hospital.
Jade Sutton’s injury wasn’t severe, but it required her to use crutches for a while, which was quite inconvenient.
After sending her to the hospital, Tristan Lockwood didn’t leave imdiately but stood in the corridor, thoughtfully staring at Jade Sutton in the ward undergoing a doctor’s examination.
Aware of his gaze, Jade turned her head, exchanging looks with him, and she smiled gently, trying to convey that he need not worry about her.
The emotion in Tristan’s eyes remained unchanged, only deepening slightly.
Once Jade Sutton’s wound was treated and other dical staff had left, Tristan stepped in, stopping in front of Jade, and looked down at her.
Jade lifted her head, her affectionate, autumn-water peach blossom eyes contrasting sharply with Tristan’s indifference.
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