Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 226

Travis shot Tristan a look of utter contempt.

Tristan's face darkened, but Emma didn't even spare him a glance. Instead, she turned her full attention to Travis.

"Even though your injuries aren't severe, you still need to be careful. How about you move in with..."

She paused. She was currently living at Carter's estate, so whether Travis could stay there depended entirely on him.

"I've already had the staff prep the guest room."

Carter walked in, freshly changed into a crisp, clean shirt.

"You have the final say on everything in the house."

Knowing her hesitation, Carter actively stepped up to clarify his absolute support.

Emma lowered her head with a soft smile. "Move in with us. Changing dressings for one person isn't much different than doing it for two."

Hearing that, Travis immediately frowned and looked around. "Who else got hurt?"

Was she actually planning to let Tristan move in too?

Absolutely not.

"Carter cut his arm open smashing the car window to get you out," Emma explained.

Travis's expression grew even more complicated.

A sympathy play.

This was definitely a calculated sympathy play.

Emma and Carter left to grab the prescribed medications. Travis looked at Tristan, who was still lingering in the doorway, and arched an eyebrow.

"If I ever catch you or your buddies talking trash about my sister again, I won't just block your car next time. I'll drive straight through it."

Travis's voice was a lethal warning. He had a thousand ways to maximize the damage during yesterday's crash.

The only reason he chose to save Tristan was because he didn't want Emma to be terrified. He didn't want her witnessing a horrific scene, and he certainly didn't want the Lockwood family haunting her like ghosts over a fatal grudge.

"If you really want to thank me, stay the hell away from her. The sight of you makes her sick."

Travis shot him one last disdainful look and walked out of the room.

Tristan stood rooted to the spot, his face incredibly bleak.

A sudden wave of dizziness hit him, and he swayed on his feet.

"Are you okay? Let me help you back to your room to rest."

Mavis rushed forward to steady him. Tristan waved her off, pressing his lips into a tight line. "How much cash is left in the club's account?"

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