Zoe fell into the rhythm of filming with the crew. She slipped away occasionally to visit her father at the hospital between scenes.
One day as she limped out of the ward, she nearly collided with Tristan in the hallway.
Without a word, he whisked her into his office. He dropped to his knees and pressed an ice pack gently against her leg.
"Mild ligament strain," he said quietly. "Nasty little tweak. Did this happen on set?"
"Just a minor thing," she murmured. She tried to pull her leg away.
His voice turned stern. "Don't try to tough this out. If you ignore it, this could become a chronic issue. You need to treat it properly."
Seeing the deep crease between his brows, the genuine concern in his eyes, Zoe gave a small nod of agreement.
Within days, Tristan became the crew's on-site p
