"Don't touch it. You just got a few stitches. It's easy to get infected." Tristan stood condescendingly beside the bed. His voice was cold. There was Linda behind him with tears in her eyes.

She took the lead and took my hand, as if she had completely changed.

"Airish, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you impulsively. Please understand my feeling as a mother. Once the ritual begins, it can't end. You have to give me her photos and hair."

She didn't give up!

I took a deep breath and pushed her away, "Impossible, unless I die, whoever dares to touch my daughter's, I will fight her to the death!"

Without using any force, Linda still fell to the ground out of control. She was held firmly by Tristan's waist.

He looked at me with a stern look, "Airish, don't go too far. Linda has already begged you so much, what else do you want?"

In his eyes, Linda didn't even apologize, but just said "please", so I had to agree to any conditions.

When I first married into the Goyle Family, I knew he had an adopted sister and they had a close relationship, so I just thought they had a deep affection.

I felt uncomfortable that Linda was treated better than me as a wife countless time, but I endured it for Tristan.

Until the year when my IVF was successful, Tristan rarely showed a good face to me, which made me wonder if Tristan was moved by my love for him over the years.

He spent less time in the secret room and more time with me. He even became more acceptable to intimate relationships such as holding hands and kissing.

Until Linda returned to England, everything changed. The desire he showed for me was like a flash in the pan.

It was not until the death of Aishlyn that I realized that he had a dirty heart under his cold appearance.

I looked at Tristan coldly and no longer liked him. "I have said it to you. It’s impossible. I have already divided our property. Let's get a divorce."

Tristan frowned, "Airish, can't you understand? Now is not the time for a divorce. Xena has leukemia and she needs the ritual! I promise you, when Xena gets better, I will definitely compensate you."

He really thought that his daughter's death could be compensated. I found it funny. Yes, the past ten years had all been my wishful thinking.

I had managed the company for him, bear the family pressure, begged him to give me a child. I was more than bless of Aishlyn’s birth. There had no such things to replace the price of my daughter Aishlyn!

I suppressed the soreness in my eyes and looked up at Tristan. "I don't care about your compensation. No one can touch my daughter!"

Tristan met my serious gaze and rarely stopped standing up for Linda. In the meantime, Linda was furious and pulled Tristan's sleeve. "Tristan, what about Xena?"

I said it in a deep voice, "Try me if you dare."

Although I felt like a widow for ten years, there was a sweet time after all. Tristan and I confronted each other for a long time and then left the room in silence.

In the next few days, Tristan stayed to take care of me for the first time. He never mentioned about the request again.

If it was a week ago, I would definitely be overjoyed. Yet my heart was calm, without a trace of throbbing.

I had a headache when I slept at night and wanted to get up and call the nurse.

However, I saw Linda was holding Tristan's hand on her chest. The woman groaned in pain and said, "Tristan, there is no breast pump in the hospital, my chest hurts so much..."

Tristan let go of her as if it was hot. He wanted to turn around, but he was kissed by Linda on tiptoe.

"Tristan, I know you have feelings for me. I know about you have done all this time in the Secret room. No wonder you went to lock yourself there these past two years after I entered the Goyle Family. It was contrary to your usual behaviour. You expect me to have feelings for you, right?"

Linda's voice was enchanting and her hand was moving towards Tristan’s lower abdomen. The man clenched his fist harder. He tried to respond calmly, "Linda, you’re wicked..."

"Wicked? You love me for a long time. How could I be wicked?"

Linda sat on Tristan's legs and the temperature in the whole room suddenly rose.

"Is that exciting? Brother~"

The lust that had been suppressed for many years was released and the moans in the bathroom did not stop until dawn.

Linda updated her status, showing a raised middle finger with a pink diamond ring on it.

In point of fact, the diamond ring was kept in the safe by Tristan for more than ten years. His daughter once wore it out of curiosity and was punished to kneel at the door of the Secret room for two hours.

I spent all my time, energy and even dignity, but I couldn't get it in my hands after such hard work.

True and fake love were definitely shown clearly.

At the moment, I changed the ward. Linda followed and moved to the bed next to me. "Nurse, my lower part hurts so much and my stomach is uncomfortable. Am I sick?" she asked the nurse nearby.

The nurse wore a mask, but still couldn't hide her embarrassed look. She then answered with a little smile, "It's a little fever, Miss Writhe. You just came out of confinement. You may need to be more restrained in sex."

Linda frowned and said coquettishly, "Okay, then you talk to him later. I told him to be gentle last night, but he didn't listen."

The nurse gave her an injection and infusion, but Linda kept twisting her body, as if she had lice all over her body. She kept shouting in pain to the other end of the phone with headphones on and the exposed phone screen was shown with Tristan calling.

It was very clear whom it was. I ignored the provocation in her eyebrows and even sneered. He was really disgusting scumbag and bitch.

Because of this laugh, Linda's face changed slightly, "You are proud to see me suffer, aren’t you? You, go and give her an injection too."

The nurse refused, but she was surrounded by bodyguards outside the door.

I looked at Linda coldly, "What are you going to do?"

Linda snatched the extra needles brought by the nurse and walked straight towards me. I wanted to resist, but I was slapped hard.

My cheeks swelled up instantly and I tasted blood in my mouth.

Linda grabbed the back of my hand and stabbed it into the purple blood vessels on it, "Where is your blood vessel? You’re so fat that I can't even find it. I wonder why Tristan married you."

She twisted the needle and stirred it in my blood vessels and the back of my hand swelled up instantly.

She punched in, then pulled it out. One needle, two needles, three needles... blood splattered everywhere. There was no sign of stopping.

My face was distorted with pain and I warned in a deep voice, "After all, I am Tristan's wife. Aren't you afraid that he will come back and cause trouble for you?"

Linda laughed arrogantly, "You are just my substitute. Tristan can even sacrifice his own daughter for me. Even if he kills you, he will only feel sorry for me getting blood on his body."

After saying that, she kept moving her hands. She felt unsatisfied and ordered the bodyguard to bring more needles to prick my blood vessels all over.

She clapped her hands until there were no more blood vessels left to prick. She was satisfied and took a photo of it.

"You really look like a hedgehog. Let's use this photo at the next art exhibition. I will definitely sign your name."

When I woke up again, my whole body felt like it was soaked in pepper water and it was burning.

I endured the pain and prepared to call the police with my phone.

Tristan next to me said coldly, "You are wrong about this matter. Linda is most afraid of pain, but you laughed at her. You should consider a few needles as an apology to her."

I was stunned when I heard this and then I laughed softly. So, I was also blamed for something I didn’t do at all?

"Tristan, I was really blind to fall for you in the first place. You’d better get lost!" I screamed angrily.

Tristan frowned and wanted to say something, but Linda's voice rang out outside the door.

"Tristan, she is just being hypocritical. She just got a few injections, as if no one has ever been pricked by a needle. In fact, Today is my birthday. Are you going to break your promise?" Linda held his hand.

Tristan looked at me with a complicated expression, "You should take good care of your injuries. We can talk about other things when you calm down."

The door was closed. I immediately called my secretary and told him to handle everything of my going abroad plan.

After I was getting on the plane, there was a huge sound of fireworks exploded all over the sky. More than a dozen drones performed in the sky in the shape of an arrow piercing a heart. The tallest electronic screen of the Goyle's Building showed the big words "Happy Birthday, Linda Writhe" to the entire Milan.

This century performance shocked everyone and people whispered around.

[What a domineering CEO! Tristan really loves his adopted sister!]

[It's so funny that I really want to see Airish's desperate look. It must be very interesting.]

I lowered the brim of my hat to isolate these words. Looking out the window, I silently said, “Goodbye, Tristan."

***

The plane flew over the Milan and Tristan subconsciously looked up. He felt heavy in his heart, as if something big was going to happen.

Linda hooked his neck and acted coquettishly, "Tristan, how can you be distracted at this time? We can dig up Aishlyn's grave and take the leftover of her body parts. Xena will be saved. Thank you." Linda quickly kissed him on the face, blushing slightly.

Tristan collected his thoughts and looked at the girl in front of him. He took out a valuable box from his pocket.

Linda's eyes lit up and she hurriedly took it and opened it. Inside, there was a bullet pendant made of crystal. Although it was high-quality crystal, the style was simple and nothing special.

Linda was a little unhappy, "Tristan, do you want to punish me? How could you find this cheap thing to insult me?"

Tristan took out the crystal and put it on Linda’s finger. His eyes could not hide the tenderness. "How can this be a cheap thing? This is our token of love. Back then, you used these crystal bullets and a slingshot to help me drive away a mad dog, otherwise I would have died long ago."

Linda was puzzled, "Tristan, what are you talking about? How could I touch a slingshot? Only uneducated women like Airish like riding horses and shooting arrows."