The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 209

When Ashley arrived at the hospital room, she saw Tristan obediently lying in bed, listening intently as Calista briefed him on his recovery and gave him instructions to follow.

Calista, dressed in a white lab coat and sporting a pair of golden-rimmed glasses, looked elegant and sophisticated.

She held a tablet in one hand and looked at Tristan with a firm yet authoritative gaze as she spoke, displaying a unique commanding charm.

Tristan, on the other hand, was looking at her with unusually soft eyes. There was even a trace of a smile playing on his lips. It was such a stark contrast to his usual brooding and intimidating demeanor.

Ashley couldn't help but shake her head in amazement.

Calista had somehow managed to tame Tristan, who was normally as wild and unpredictable as a rabid dog.

“Dr. Pendleton.” Ashley greeted her with a warm smile as she entered the room and placed a basket of fresh fruits on the table in front of Calista. “Some fruits for you. They’re all your favorites. Eat them to replenish your vitamins.”

“Thank you.” Calista replied, taking the basket with one hand.

“How’s Tristan’s recovery?” Ashley glanced at Tristan, who immediately resumed his brooding expression as he met her gaze, as if his earlier soft demeanor towards Calista was a mere hallucination.

“He’ll be able to walk again. He just can’t participate in any strenuous activities.” Calista answered while adjusting her glasses and setting her tablet down. “He needs to stay away from any rough sports or heavy exercises.”

Ashley couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude. She wondered if Tristan would still take part in Arabella's schemes against her now that he was semi-disabled. Would he have ended up in this state if Arabella hadn't persuaded him to provoke Percival?

Tristan, however, seemed to have already accepted this outcome.

“It's okay. I'm grateful I can still walk; at least I'm not bedridden for life. And it's all thanks to your excellent skills, Dr. Pendleton. I don't know how to thank you enough.”

“As a doctor, it's my duty to heal and save lives. You don't need to thank me.” Calista replied indifferently. “Besides, the Brooks family has paid a hefty sum for this.”

Ashley almost laughed out loud at Tristan’s flustered expression.

Calista was indeed a straightforward woman.

With just a few words, she had brushed off any potential sense of obligation Tristan might have felt towards her.

Upon seeing Calista struggling with the fruits and her tablet, Ashley offered to carry the fruits for her. “Calista, I can bring these to your office for you.”

“Alright.” Calista nodded, gave some instructions to the nurse, and left the room with Ashley without sparing Tristan another glance.

Once they reached Calista's office, Ashley helped unpack the fruits.

They sat down and began to chat while snacking on the fruits. After a few minutes of idle chatter, Ashley brought up Arabella. “Calista, did you hear about the latest scandal involving my cousin, Arabella?”

“Oh?” Calista frowned mildly. She wasn’t particularly interested in gossip.

Calista had met Arabella when she visited Tristan at the hospital. She had also heard about Arabella's various scandals when she was in Rivenwood. She thought of Arabella as nothing more than a pretty face with no brains, an individual not worth a second glance.

So, when she heard that Tristan had been beaten up because of Arabella, she had even less regard for Tristan.

“Well, she's pregnant, and she isn’t even married.” Ashley took out her phone and showed Calista the news. “And she has the audacity to claim that Percival is the father of her child. I don’t even think Paul is actually the father.”

Calista wasn’t interested in Arabella or the notorious playboy Paul from the Ellington family. She deemed these mediocre people, including Ashley, not worth her attention.

The only thing that could possibly pique her interest would be if the once crippled Percival, against all odds, managed to stand up and walk again.

However, as she scrolled through the news article, she paused when Percival’s picture popped up. She pointed at the image, asking, “This is Percival?”