"Theo, wait a moment!" Willow called out, chasing after him, her face etched with worry. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving Bella in such a vulnerable state.
Theodore paused, glancing back at his sister. "Go home," he instructed gently yet resolutely. He signaled to Tristan to ensure she was escorted safely.
"But I want to stay with Bella," Willow insisted.
"I'm with her. Don't worry," Theodore reassured her, his focus remained on getting Bella the care she needed.
"But…"
"Willow!" Theodore's voice turned cold and commanding, cutting off her protest. "It's late. You need to go home and rest." The finality in his tone left no room for argument. "Tristan will take you home."
Willow hesitated, clearly torn, but finally nodded in reluctant agreement. "Okay," she murmured, her voice small and resigned. She turned to Bella, her heart filled with worry and guilt. "Stay safe."
