137 Don't leave Lisandro behind

Tristan carried Monica into my bed. She was unconscious. I quickly took off the slippers and put the blanket on her.

"I can't believe it!" Tristan whispered as he turned his gaze on me.

"I've told you, but this is the truth. Liam is a werewolf and I can't bring him to prison." I replied and caressed my temple.

What should I do? Andrea should have listened to Liam's story. It could have been settled in time without violence.

My head wanted peace. My body craved for rest. But I should find a way to get the best solution for all of these things.

While Monica took a deep sleep, I looked at Brooke. "Can you get the first aid kit for me? Tristan needs treatment." I said in dismay.

Brooke quickly shook his head and replied, "Yes, just a moment!"

Tristan sat down on the edge of bed. His lips was terribly damaged. I wondered if he usually do this with his opponent in court.