Chapter 225  Nyla added, “Also, my grandfather has a medical book he’s having trouble understanding, and he’d love for you to help him with it.”  Andrew smiled warmly. “Of course. If I have the time, I’ll be happy to visit him.”  Her pale cheeks flushed as two adorable dimples appeared, and she practically skipped away, beaming with excitement.  Christina sat to the side, watching the exchange with a bitter feeling. “Andrew, that nurse is from Jayrodale’s Goth family, isn’t she?”  Andrew glanced at her, puzzled. “I’m not really sure about her background.”  Christina let out a bitter laugh. “Come on, stop pretending. It’s written all over her face. She’s one step away from throwing herself at you.”  She continued, “Ever since you left me, your luck with women has skyrocketed. First, there was Ms. Rhodes, then Ms. Aicker, and now this little nurse. Andrew, maybe leaving me was the best decision you ever made.”  Andrew’s expression stayed calm as he met her eyes. “What’s your point in bringing this up? And let’s not twist the story, I didn’t leave you–you and your ambitions pushed me away. I was nothing more than an inconvenience to you, someone you kicked aside without hesitation. You haven’t forgotten that, have you, Ms. Stevens?”  Her face flushed red, her pale lips trembling as she tried to respond. “Y–You know that’s not what I meant.”  Andrew’s voice turned colder. “Whatever you meant doesn’t matter to me anymore.”  His bluntness and icy demeanor left Christina feeling a wave of sadness and helplessness. Tears welled up in her eyes as she bit her lip, trying to keep her composure.  With a shaky voice, she asked, “If you don’t care about me anymore, then why are you even here? Are you here to gloat? To laugh at my mom and brother after they were nearly beaten to death? Are you here to mock me for being such a blind, foolish woman?”  The fear, humiliation, regret, and exhaustion she had bottled up since last night finially erupted, spilling out in her words and tears.  Andrew’s expression faltered slightly as he looked at her. He had never seen Christina cry like this before.  The Christina he knew was strong, stubborn, and fiercely independent–someone who never let her pride crack in front of others.  But now, she sat curled up on the bed, clutching herself tightly as her body shook with quiet sobs. He knew that for her to break down like this, her walls must have completely crumbled.  Chapter 225  Francesca stepped in at that moment, glancing at Christina with a mix of concern and  annoyance. “Dr. Lloyd, why don’t you take Ms. Stevens out for some fresh air? She hasn’t slept or eaten anything since last night. If she keeps this up, her body won’t hold up much longer.”  Christina wiped her tears with trembling fingers her voice firm despite her tiredness. “Thank you for your concern, Dr. Aicker, but I’m fine.”  Andrew’s tone was cold as he retorted, “Do you honestly think you know your condition better than a doctor? Come with me.”  Before Christina could protest further, Andrew grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his office. She struggled a few times, but when she caught his sharp, intimidating gaze, she stopped resisting.  Andrew was no longer the accommodating, gentle man she remembered. Now, he was unyielding and, at times, even harsh.  Yet, despite his domineering demeanor, Christina did not feel anger or resentment. If anything, his commanding presence sent a nervous flutter through her heart each time.  Meanwhile, back in the intensive care unit.  No sooner after Andrew and Christina left, the door swung open. A group of ten burly bodyguards, all wearing sunglasses, filed in, escorting none other than Harvey himself.