The moment Tristan saw me again, his hands clamped down on my shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with grief and anger.
"Faye’s heart disease relapsed," he growled. "She needs umbilical cord blood immediately."
My breath caught.
Tristan’s grip tightened. "Since you hurt her, you’ll use yours to save her. That’s only fair."
He shoved me toward the doctor. I fought, twisting in his grasp, my voice shaking with desperation.
"She’s lying!" I cried. "She admitted it to me herself! She doesn’t have a heart disease! She planned all of this—don’t believe her!"
But he only looked at me with deep disappointment, as if I had done something unforgivable.
"Eliza," he said, his tone soft but firm, "when you do something wrong, you make amends. Isn’t that a simple truth?"
I shook my head violently. "Tristan, listen to me—"
He cut me off with a sigh, his expression weary.
"Faye isn’t a fool. She wouldn’t use her body just to deceive me." He cupped my face, wiping away my tears with his thumb, his touch unnervingly gentle. "Be good, Eliza. Listen to me."
Then came the words that shattered me completely.