Tristan suddenly realized that he hadn’t visited Eliza since the operation. A faint unease crept into his heart—how was she doing now? Had she eaten? Was she in pain?
Lost in thought, he barely noticed when Faye called out weakly, her voice tinged with feigned concern.
"Brother, what are you thinking about? Are you worried about sister-in-law?" She forced a smile. "A C-section isn’t that painful. I even sent her a message just now—she said she’s already up and moving around. Maybe even jumping."
Faye was a doctor. Tristan trusted her words without question. The weight on his chest lifted, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Eliza must be fine. She was strong. Once he settled Faye, he would go back to her. After all, she had suffered too much for him.
Just then, his assistant burst into the room, breathless and pale, gripping a document in his hands.
"Mr. Sinclair, bad news!" he panted, his voice laced with urgency. "Madam is missing—she left this for you."
