Chapter 808 Gwenn Went To Tristan
“Do you want me to give you face? What good will that do? Will your ‘face’ bring my Mom and Dad back or keep Cherry’s mom safe? Come on, Tris!”
Silence hung heavy, punctuated by Tristan’s stunned blink. He knew Damien wouldn’t be easy, but this? Not even a sliver of consideration?
Meanwhile, Maeve, perched on the sofa, arched an eyebrow. “Hey, Dame, give the guy a break. Tristan’s practically begging. Don’t be so mean.”
Damien’s laugh was like a cold wind. His eyes, once warm, turned into glaciers. “What if it was YOU he was pleading for? Would you cave just because Tris pulled this act? Would you let Raymond walk just because he’s on his knees?”
Maeve, with pursed lips, shook her head. “I wouldn’t agree, but I wouldn’t ice him out like this either.”
Tristan knew his cousins clung to the past, just like him. He couldn’t forget how his dad, Raymond, carved up his eye with a knife all those years ago.
Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Damien and asked, “Can I go in?”
Damien nodded.
Swiftly, Tristan pivoted and nudged the door ajar.
Within the hospital room, Raymond wore an oxygen mask, his face displaying a palette of bruises, all inflicted by Damien’s blows.
The door creaked open, and Raymond’s heart skipped a beat. It was Tristan. Tears streamed down his face in an instant. Words choked his throat, leaving him staring at Tristan like a lost puppy.
Tristan perched beside him with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Surprised I dropped by? I have news for you.”
He leaned in, a smirk twisting his lips. “Chad, the kid with Patricia? Yeah, turns out he’s yours. Guess what? They got kicked out of the Miles and are homeless now. The Lenoirs aren’t taking him either.”
Raymond’s breath hitched, fear trembling through him.
Tristan pressed on, “And Mom? She’s already planning with her gossip squad how to spend your money once you kick the bucket. As for me, I’ve said my piece and done my part. When you’re gone, you’ll get a grand farewell.”
Raymond began to sob uncontrollably, his eyes pleading with Tristan, silently begging him not to abandon him.
Tristan offered a faint smile, “Since the day you took my eye five years ago, you should’ve known I wouldn’t be playing the obedient son. I’ve done what I had to do for you. This mess is on you, and there’s no turning back. The consequences of the seeds you sowed are now upon you.”
The man threw those words out, rose with an icy demeanor, and walked away without a backward glance.
Leaving the hospital room, Tristan kept his silence with Damien. He simply turned and strolled away from the hospital.
Under the dim glow of the hospital light, a woman in a fiery red jacket leaned against a wall, leisurely puffing on a cigarette.
As Tristan passed, her voice, like soft ash in the wind, said, “You’re Tristan, right?”
She flicked ash casually and said, “Want to team up? I can get your father out, but you have to play by my rules.”
Tristan’s brow furrowed, his gaze falling on the stranger. “Who are you?”
“Call me Gwenn,” she said, a sly smile on her lips.
He scoffed. “Even I, Dame’s own cousin, couldn’t sway him. Who the heck do you think you are?”
Unfazed, Gwenn blew a perfect smoke ring into the night. “Let’s just say I know what makes Damien’s heart tick.”
