"If either of you shows up in front of my brother again, I will fight her to death!"
"Ah... Tristan, my belly hurts so much... I'm so scared..." Hillary immediately curled into his arms and moaned. Tristan's face went tense; he scooped her up and hurried away. From the moment they left, he never once looked back at me.
Tristan's silhouette retreated with brutal finality, but I didn't have time to indulge in grief. I forced my emotions down and messaged Dad, telling him to contact the heart donor as soon as possible.
He called back within minutes. "Meredith, don't worry—I've reached them. I won't let anything happen to your brother."
There was a tremor of urgency in his voice, as if he waited for me to reassure him.
I answered coldly, "If my brother can't be saved, then that's the end between us."
Silence on the other end turned frantic; he kept promising everything. But promises were the last thing I trust now.
I decided to go home to collect a few important things and leave for good. At the front door, I discovered the lock had been changed, so I had to knock.
"Tristan—" Hillary's coquettish voice trailed off the instant she saw me. "Oh? It's you."