Tristan's brows drew together.
"Are you sure this is enough for Hillary?"
When the doctor confirmed, he gave a short nod and reluctantly agreed to stop.
As we were prepared to leave, he noticed my pale face and the hand pressed to my arm.
"What happened today was my fault," he sighed. "Once Hillary's stable, I'll give you a better anniversary."
Seeing that I didn't answer, he tentatively called out again. "Meredith?"
"Mm."
My reply was faint, barely audible.
The moment the door clicked shut, I rose without hesitation and walked away.
On the way to pick up my brother, Hillary's message popped up.
[Did you see it? As long as I say a word, Tristan will abandon you without hesitation. So what if you've been Mrs. Palmer for seven years? He only listens to me now. Meredith, you'd better be smart and leave on your own. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you watch with your own eyes as I take him from you—and leaving you with nothing.]
Attached was an intimate photo of her with Tristan.
I stared at the screen, lips curving into a cold smile.
With a simple tap, the pre-set auto screen recorder captured everything, turning her arrogance into ironclad evidence.