Chapter 443

I kept my focus on the match playing on the TV. It was intense, two of the best players going head-to-head. Every point felt like a work of art.

Without bothering to look at her, I casually asked, "So, who do you think's gonna win this?"

Tanya didn't bother answering. Instead, she snapped, "You've got some nerve showing up here."

I shrugged and pulled a chair next to her bed, eyes still on the game. "Weren't you waiting for me?"

I mean, her whole attack on Lena? That was definitely meant for me.

"It doesn't matter," she hissed. "I'm gonna make sure you pay for this. Trust me, the pain you'll feel is gonna be way worse than if it happened to you directly."

On screen, my favorite player nailed a killer forehand smash, winning the set. The crowd roared.

I glanced over at Tanya. She looked like a ghost—pale, gaunt, lips tinged blue. Honestly? Pitiful.

"I don't know what price I'm paying, but you..." I leaned in a little, lowering my voice. "You're not looking so hot these days, huh