Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 48: You’re the Only One I Can Turn To

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: You’re the Only One I Can Turn To
After saying that, Tristan Lockwood sped up and returned to his office.
Clarence Finch stood there in a daze for a while, catching a glimpse of the medical record in his hand, and immediately slapped his forehead in frustration.
He forgot to tell Tristan that his wife had a fever!
Claire Hale, already having trouble with her legs, now had a low fever as well, and spent the entire day lying in bed, too weak to get up.
She couldn’t even manage to go to the bathroom.
She thought it over and decided to call Tristan.
"Come to my hospital room," she said.
Tristan hesitated for a moment, glanced at Jade Sutton restlessly sleeping on the bed, and asked, "Have you changed your mind about what we talked about yesterday?"
"Not at all."
Claire Hale responded clearly:
"Let’s keep things separate. I’m asking you to come to my room now because I really can’t go to the bathroom on my own and I can only turn to you."
He paused, just about to head for the door when Jade suddenly awoke with a start, shouting, "No!"
Tristan paused, turned back to her, and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"I dreamt that Sean Lockwood found me,"
Jade cried while hugging his waist, trembling all over:
"Tristan, he locked me in the washroom, just like when I was a child, and those people bullied me, he and they all treated me like I wasn’t human!"
Tristan gently stroked her head, comforting her, "Don’t worry, I’m here now, I won’t let Sean bully you again. Even if he finds you, I will protect you."
After comforting Jade for a while until she fell asleep again, Tristan remembered he was still on the call with Claire Hale.
He glanced at his phone, and Claire on the other end had long hung up.
Since she hadn’t continued to seek him out, she must have settled it herself, not needing him anymore.
So, Tristan sat back on the small sofa beside Jade’s bed.
Indeed, Claire Hale no longer needed Tristan Lockwood.
Upon hearing Tristan say to Jade, "Protect you," she just hung up, unwilling to seek disappointment.
However, her body truly was not in a convenient state, and it took great effort for her to manage her way to the toilet.
Upon getting up, she inadvertently slipped and fell straight to the floor.
The fall left her entire body aching.
Claire Hale even felt for a moment as if she was going to be in unbearable pain.
But her phone was left on the hospital bed, and now, even if she wanted to find someone for help, there was no way.
Claire Hale tried to stand up several times by supporting herself on the floor, only to fall back down each time. Eventually, she gave up struggling and sat there on the icy floor.
Jenson Jennings entered the room to find Claire Hale sitting dumbfounded at the washroom door, hugging her knees.
Her eyes were devoid of spirit, staring blankly at the ground, wearing just a thin hospital gown.
Jenson was first taken aback, then quickly walked over, picking her up and placing her on the bed.
But once back on the bed, Claire held tightly onto his sleeve, burying her head into his chest, motionless.
"Claire?"
"Jenson, let me lean here for a while, please,"
Her voice was thick with nasal tones, and Jenson’s pupils contracted as he embraced her.
Soon after, he realized that his shirt was wet with tears.
The last time Jenson saw Claire cry was while studying abroad when Tristan had left her isolated on the streets, and she called him, crying that Tristan no longer wanted her.
That day was Christmas, and Claire had prepared a Christmas gift for Tristan two months in advance.
But Tristan didn’t keep his word about spending Christmas with her.
She stood alone, on the snowy roadside for a long, long time waiting for Tristan.
She thought she’d done something wrong again, angering him to the point of abandonment.
But when Jenson brought her back to her rented apartment, Tristan was sitting at home as if nothing had happened, playing on his phone, not even raising his head when she returned.
She confronted him, "Didn’t we agree to spend Christmas together?"
"Did we?"
He raised his eyelids just once, gave her a glance without a care.
"I forgot."
He plainly said, continuing to look down at his phone.
Claire stood there at the doorway, snow still on her, long eyelashes hanging with droplets, unable to distinguish between tears or melting snow.
Jenson remembered clearly that since that day, Claire’s personality hadn’t been as lively as before.
Although she still followed Tristan, she always wore a dead calm expression, lacking vitality.
...
When she left Jenson’s embrace, Claire’s eyes were still red, her eyelids slightly swollen from crying.
Jenson covered her with the blanket, increased the temperature of the air conditioning, and saw the untouched dinner by the bedside, asking, "What do you want to eat? I can have something made for you."
The Jennings Family had recently invested in several leading enterprises in the culinary industry, making personalized requests quite convenient.
Claire had little appetite, shaking her head, as she looked at him and asked, "Jenson, why did you come so suddenly?"
"I have a project to invest in with Tristan recently. He can’t get out of the hospital, so I came to find him and thought to check on you."
"Then go find him quickly. I also need to rest."
Saying that she grabbed the blanket, tightly wrapping herself within it.
"I’ll stay with you a bit longer. I’ll leave once he calls for me."
"You can find him in Jade’s room for sure."
Jenson frowned, his expression suddenly turning stern, gently asking, "Claire, hasn’t Tristan been coming to see you lately?"
Claire forced a smile, "Isn’t it obvious? His favoritism towards Jade is something you brothers are well aware of, isn’t it?"
Jenson fell silent.
He actually believed that Tristan still cared about Claire, at the very least he wouldn’t neglect her safety.
But this situation, what was it all about?
"Did something happen between you two that’s caused a major rift?" Jenson probed, "Tristan wouldn’t leave you unprotected, surely because he..."
"Because he doesn’t want to answer to his grandparents, right?"
Claire arched her brows slightly, forcing out a laugh.
Jenson had initially intended to express his opinion that Tristan still cared for her, but it was clear Claire now was in a state of keeping everyone at arm’s length.
In this state, no one could communicate with her, not even Tristan could unlock her heart.
"I’m tired and want to rest, you should go find Tristan."
After saying that, Claire turned her head to the other side, completely indicating a reluctance to communicate.
Jenson sighed, softly advising her even as she had her back turned, then stepped out.
Claire lay motionless on her side, eyes wide open, gazing at the bright moon outside.
Moonlight filtered in through the hospital window, casting a cold light on the gray floor.
She blinked, and without warning, tears rolled down, moistening her pillow.