Tristan Sterling waved his hand.
The hotel manager and Connor Grant immediately excused themselves.
He walked to the bedside and saw Vivian Linton's cheeks flushed red with fever. Her eyes were closed, and tears streamed from their corners.
She seemed to be having a terrible nightmare, shaking her head in agony and muttering restlessly.
"Vivian."
Tristan Sterling couldn't make out her words. Seeing how delirious she was from the fever, he picked up a nearby towel and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
"Tristan... Tristan..."
As if sensing his presence, Vivian Linton's hands flailed in the air.
She was like a drowning person desperately trying to clutch a final lifeline.
"I'm here."
Tristan Sterling took her hand.
She immediately gripped him back tightly, her voice hoarse with terror. "Run... It's going to explode! The car is going to explode! Tristan, my leg... WAHHH... It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Tristan Sterling's brow tightened.
