"Don't give me that. You know I've always favored Aiden Avery."
Ian Shaw immediately whined, "Fuck, Tristan Grayson! You heartless bastard! I'd go through hell and high water for you! How can you treat me like this?"
"You've always known what kind of person I am," Tristan Grayson said coldly, raising an eyebrow.
Ian Shaw roared in frustration and hung up. "Go to hell—" 'He should have known it was useless to complain to Tristan Grayson.'
Tristan Grayson smiled, pocketed his phone, and stood up, heading toward the hospital room.
But as he looked up, he stopped in his tracks. Maggie Monroe was standing in the doorway, staring at him with wide, watery eyes, looking utterly vulnerable.
The smile on Tristan Grayson's face vanished instantly. His eyes grew cold as he snapped, "When did you get out of bed?" 'Lately, Maggie Monroe had really started to annoy him. She was never like this before.'
