Tristan was stunned for a long time. His eyes were fixed on the row of skyscrapers he saw through his study glass.

While closing his eyes, Tristan gently brought his right hand to massage his forehead, which was throbbing in pain. Some of the events that have occurred recently are indeed so draining the brain and emotions.

"I thought we were friends. You hurt my feelings, Tristan. You're doing all this to me on purpose."

Edward's words from last night kept ringing in Tristan's head. It hurts her heart to face being hated by the man she has considered a brother. Everything Tristan does is not without reason.

After all,...