Unacceptable

Tristan stared at her, and a knowing light flickered in his pitch-black eyes. He reached out his fingers and gently brushed her face. "Don't worry, I know my limits."

"I'm just worried about upsetting Grandfather again..." Cynthia explained in a low voice.

Since her mother's death, she had been kicked out of the Shannons, losing the person closest to her in this world and her home. Now, the people she cared about were few, and her grandfather was one of them. If anything happened to him because of her, she wouldn't forgive herself.

Tristan extended his arm and pulled her into his embrace, bending down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I know what to say and what not to say."

"Then let's go," Cynthia said.

Tristan nodded. "Sure."

The two entered the private hospital. In the quiet corridors of the high-end ward, their footsteps were particularly clear. Max held a basket of fruits and various skincare products.