Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 422

"Yeah."

Tristan gave a curt reply. Seeing that Ivy was finished, he followed her out of the room and made a request.

"Let's exchange numbers. You can text me updates on Bianca's condition."

Ivy didn't refuse.

However, the woman on the hospital bed overheard them.

Bianca's face turned livid. Once they were out of earshot, she glared at her assistant and issued an order.

"Find out exactly who this Ivy is and why Tristan knows her."

The young assistant nodded helplessly and left to ask around.

After parting ways with Tristan, Ivy returned to the nurses' station, only to be swarmed by her colleagues.

"Was that really Tristan Rhodes just now?"

"Ivy, the Best Actor actually spoke to you! Did you get an autograph or a picture?"

Ivy looked at them helplessly. "So, you guys really went to ask Bianca for photos earlier?"

Her colleagues rolled their eyes. "Who'd want her photo? We don't even like her."

Ivy realized Bianca had been spouting total nonsense, blatantly twisting the facts right to her face.

So this was the idol worshipped by thousands of fans.

She couldn't fathom what they saw in her.

Ivy genuinely felt sorry for the fans who didn't know the truth.

In no mood to gossip about celebrities, she went back to her duties.

By noon, Bianca's IV drip was finished. When Ivy went in to remove the needle, Bianca glared at her and demanded an answer.

"You know Tristan?"

Ivy ignored her.

Who knew what twisted scheme this kind of person was plotting.

The best solution was to ignore her entirely and not engage.

Furious at being completely disregarded, Bianca sat there, grinding her teeth.

Just as Ivy peeled off the medical tape and pulled the needle out, Bianca let out a fake cry of pain and slapped Ivy hard across the face.

The thought of Ivy knowing Tristan was a bitter pill she couldn't swallow.

Anyone who got close to Tristan had to be dealt with.

Nobody was going to take Tristan away from her.

The assistant continued to cautiously try to talk her out of it.

When Ivy left work, her cheek was still red.

That was exactly when Alaric called.

"I happen to be doing an inspection nearby, so I won't be heading back to the office this afternoon," he said. "Clock out now. Let's go pick up Stella together."

Ivy agreed.

When she walked out of Metropolitan General and got into his car, the red, swollen mark on her cheek immediately caught the man's eye.

He reached out to touch it, his expression instantly darkening.

"Someone hit you? Who was it?"

Ivy smiled at him. "Don't worry about it. I already hit her back."