“Who gave you the guts to threaten me? Why? If I refuse to fulfill your request, does that mean you can appear in front of Sophie?”
Tristan was a man of few words, but he couldn’t stop himself from speaking more than usual as the matter concerned Sophie.
“Remember. The Laird family has no right to speak before me,” he concluded in a cold tone. Constance loved using her family’s influence to force others into submission, so he was merely giving her a taste of her own medicine.
The thought of how she used to bully Sophie merely served to increase Tristan’s displeasure. They were about to suffer from his wrath.
“Mr. Tristan—”
Before Constance could say anything, Tristan spun on his heels impatiently and shut the door.
The security guard grabbed her shoulders when she took a step forward.
“Don’t you know Mr. Tristan’s temper? If you insist on angering him, I shall break your arms,” he warned.
“Hey!” Constance was furious. “Who do you think you are? You’re just a dog guarding his door. Do you think you’re that good?”
“Ha! A guard dog is better than someone like you,” the bodyguard mocked. As she was being rude, he gave her a push that sent her toppling.
“The Lombard family can afford to take someone’s life,” the bodyguard warned when Constance tried to enter the ward.
There were a few medical staff watching the debacle at the side. Constance was usually rude to them, so none of them came to help her up.
“Did you send her away?” Peace was finally restored in the ward, so Josiah was pleased to see Tristan and Sophie together.
“Yes. Old Mr. Tanner, you won’t mind what I did, right?” Tristan asked. He did that so Josiah could have some peace before the surgery tomorrow.
“Of course not. I’m satisfied with your arrangements,” Josiah replied cheerfully. “You should head out on a date. I need to take a nap.”
Tristan is a good boy. He’s the perfect partner for Sophie.
Sophie was speechless. Why did he ask us to go on a date that calmly?
“We shall leave now, Old Mr. Tanner.” Tristan took Sophie’s hand and dragged her out of the ward.
Sophie said nothing and allowed him to take her out.
“Mr. Tristan, where will we go on a date?” Sophie joked. She was obviously in a jovial mood.
“As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter where we go.” Sophie was joking, but Tristan was serious. Everything that concerned Sophie was his top priority.
As his gaze was too serious, Sophie didn’t know how to respond.
Right then, she noticed it was snowing outside.
After she left for Horington, she hadn’t seen any snow for five years.
Tristan realized she was staring at the snow and led her out.
Outside the hospital, Sophie flashed a grin at the sight of the falling snow.
It had been ages since she last seen a snowy scene.
Stretching her hand out, she watched as a snowflake landed on her palm and melted.
It was snowing heavily. A while later, her head and shoulders were full of snowflakes.
Tristan helped her put on the hood on her head.
Looking up, Sophie met his adoring gaze that threatened to drown her.
“Is it cold?” Tristan asked.
“Not really.” Sophie rubbed her hands. She had the urge to build a snowman, but the snow wasn’t thick enough.
“I’m cold,” Tristan told her. Before she could react, he hugged her.
Sophie rolled her eyes in exasperation. Forget it. He can say whatever he likes as he’s handsome. I shall stay quiet.
She needs to calm down. Alas, she’s too involved to realize it. Old Mr. Tanner matters a lot to her, so she can’t calm down now.
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