Sure enough, half an hour later, Tessa Lawson arrived at the hospital.

Sophie Hughes then left.

Tessa Lawson saw Tristan Lawson unconscious, receiving both an IV drip and a blood transfusion.

With a bandage wrapped around his neck, she was overcome with heartache and immediately ran to find a doctor to ask about his condition.

She learned that Tristan’s coma was caused by excessive blood loss after someone had bitten through a blood vessel in his neck.

Tessa Lawson instantly flew into a rage.

’Who else but Noelle Sutton would bite Tristan’s neck hard enough to draw blood?’

’If it had been anyone else, Tristan would have thrown them off long ago.’

Tessa Lawson immediately dialed Noelle Sutton’s number.

Noelle didn’t answer.

Next, she called Mrs. Miller, who said Noelle had gone out.

This infuriated Tessa, and she sent people out to search for Noelle everywhere.

After leaving Westhill Villa, Noelle Sutton sent a message to Hugo Sterling, asking when he would bring the cash.

Hugo Sterling replied, saying he had run into Tristan Lawson at the entrance of Westhill Villa. Tristan had taken the money and would pass it on to her.

When Noelle received the message, she nearly lost her footing.

’Tristan Lawson is trying every way he can to cut off my funds. Now that the money is in his hands, getting it back will be next to impossible.’

’He really wants to force me into a corner.’

’But this money is my own. No matter what, I have to get it back from Tristan Lawson!’

’Tristan lost so much blood. For his safety, Sophie Hughes must have taken him to the hospital closest to Westhill Villa.’

Noelle hailed a taxi and went to Mercy Hospital. After finding out Tristan Lawson’s room number at the front desk, she went up.

Just as she reached the door to Tristan’s room, Tessa Lawson came out, holding a ringing phone.

When Tessa saw Noelle, she immediately hung up the phone.

"Why didn’t you answer my calls? I have people looking for you everywhere! Noelle, are you insane? How dare you try to murder your own husband!"

’This is infuriating!’

Noelle gave Tessa a detached look, said nothing, and pushed open the door to the hospital room to go inside.

"Noelle! You stop right there."

Tessa wanted to drag her out and teach her a lesson.

But Noelle shook her off and went in anyway.

Perhaps Tessa’s loud voice woke Tristan up.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Tessa rushed in after her, grabbing Noelle’s arm. While her eyes were fixed on Noelle, she pointed a finger at Tristan and berated her, "Do you have any idea who he is? Not a single person in the Lawson Family would dare to touch a hair on his head! You must have some nerve, biting him like this..."

As she reached the last sentence, Tessa’s voice choked up. He was her very own brother, someone she had doted on since childhood. The thought of how much blood Tristan had lost made her heart ache terribly.

"Sis."

Tessa turned her head and only then noticed that Tristan had opened his eyes.

"Tristan." She quickly rushed to the bedside, her heart aching, and asked in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt?"

"It’s just a small injury. Since Noelle is here, you should go home for now."

Tessa’s voice immediately became agitated. "She hurt you this badly. How can I possibly trust her to take care of you?"

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "In your eyes, am I so weak that she could kill me?"

"I’m not worried about whether you’re weak or not! She bit through your blood vessel and you didn’t even fight back. What if she stabs you with a knife? Are you not going to fight back then either?"

"That’s enough. Stop nagging. Go home. I have something to say to her alone."

Tessa knew Tristan’s temper, so she didn’t say any more. She stood up, and as she passed Noelle, she shot her a vicious glare.

’This recent version of Noelle is just infuriating.’

’The wolf is at the door, but instead of protecting what’s hers, she spends all day tormenting Tristan.’

After Tessa left, the atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense.

Tristan pushed himself into a sitting position, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it behind his back.

He was injured, with one arm receiving a blood transfusion and the other an IV drip. The series of movements was very slow.

Noelle stood there, watching coldly.

’If this were the past, she probably would have been sick with worry, bustling about to take care of him.’

Tristan settled himself. Dressed in a hospital gown, his face was slightly pale, but it couldn’t hide his noble and dignified aura.

"Come here."

His voice was low, hoarse, and gentle. He reached out and patted the empty space on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to come and sit.

Noelle didn’t move. She remained standing where she was, her beautiful face cold and grim. She raised her hands to sign, "Where’s my money?"

Tristan lifted his gaze, his long, narrow eyes resting on Noelle. "I’m your husband. You come running to the hospital and don’t even ask about my injury, only caring about money?"

Noelle signed, "So many people care about you. You don’t need me to be one of them."

She just wanted her money back.

A faint curve played on Tristan’s lips. "So all this fuss these past few days has just been you being jealous?"

"You’re overthinking it."

She answered him with quick hand gestures.

’At first, she had been jealous.’

’The man she loved with all her heart was carrying another woman in his heart, filling pages with another woman’s name.’

’What woman wouldn’t be jealous?’

’Later, it slowly turned into despair.’

’She had given him a chance, wanting to clear the air with him.’

’But unfortunately, he didn’t even need to wait for her to explain. He gave her a clear answer with his actions.’

"Come here."

This time, his tone was heavier, carrying a note of command.

Noelle remained unmoved and repeated her signs, "I want my money."

"Then be good, and I’ll naturally give you the money."

A threatening undertone had crept into the man’s voice.

He once again patted the empty space on the edge of the bed.

Noelle knew his temper. If she didn’t do as he asked, he would never give her the money.

She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Tristan’s gaze on her deepened as he spoke in a low, slow voice. "I forgot to tell you, you look very beautiful today."

She was wearing a natural-colored linen dress that reached her ankles, with a light purple, washed-cotton cardigan draped over it. Her straight, black hair was plaited into a loose braid that fell over her chest, creating a lazy, artistic style that made her look even more gentle and serene.

Noelle frowned and raised her hands to sign, "I don’t want to talk about these pointless things with you. Give me back the money Hugo Sterling gave me."

Her usually clear and gentle eyes were now filled with a determined restlessness.

"Noelle."

The man called her name in a low, gentle voice, a sound so pleasant it could make one’s heart flutter. "I don’t want to be angry with you anymore. When you bit me, I could feel your anger. You bit so hard, you should have let it all out by now. Once my IV is done, come home with me, okay? I’ll give you however much money you want, hmm?"

His tone was so mild and gentle, it was as if all their arguments at home had never happened.

Noelle couldn’t figure this man out.

’He can control his emotions at will, with an inner strength that is second to none.’

’But what did she need with this hypocritical tenderness of his?’

Before she could answer, he added, "If you don’t like Sophie Hughes, I can have her move out, too. Noelle, come home."