The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 1437

Meanwhile, Priscilla wallowed in her memories. She had gone through a lot, so she could never forget about them for the rest of her life.

People had said that anyone who became a soldier would regret it immediately. However, one would have regrets for a lifetime if they never experienced becoming a soldier. Hence, Priscilla was glad to have met Nathaniel, and she was happy that she had served in the army.

She remembered the comrades who had gone through life and death together with her clearly.

As she spoke, Priscilla noticed that Tristan's hand was no longer moving. She thought that he was just tired of her fingers and was listening to her story attentively. So she spoke more diligently, and she was unwilling to stop even though her throat was burning.

However, while he was leaning on her, she felt that his temperature seemed to be quite high.

When Priscilla felt this, she regained her senses and quickly reached out to touch Tristan's forehead. It was burning hot!

"Tristan! Tristan Acker!"

Priscilla tried to lower her voice as she could while calling out to Tristan, but the latter did not respond.

On the other hand, Teagan opened his eyes immediately when he heard this.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He has a fever!"

Priscilla blamed herself greatly as she said this.

After all, she had been beside him all this time. However, she didn't know when he got the fever or when did he faint. Alas! She was too careless.

Why did Tristan love someone like her who was so careless and useless?

At this thought, Priscilla was disheartened.

"No. This can't drag on longer. If not, Tristan might die."

There was determination in Priscilla's eyes as she said these words.

Meanwhile, Teagan knew what she was going to do, so he stopped her immediately.

"Priscilla, you are Tristan's light, and he can only continue living if you're here. But if something were to happen to you, he would lose all hope for life. Perhaps you don't know what my brother has done for you all these years, but I can say with confidence that he loves you with his life. So please take good care of yourself for his sake. Hence, I should be the one to go out instead."

Teagan said this solemnly, and Priscilla felt terrible after hearing this.

After all, she could never repay Tristan for what he had done. Tristan had done too much for her unknowingly, and she couldn't pay him back. However, Priscilla didn't mind it since she had a whole lifetime to treat him well!

But now that Tristan's life was in danger, she was a little scared.

"Teagan, you can't go. Since you are my brother-in-law, I can't let you go and take risks. I am important to Tristan, but you are as well. Listen to me. I know how to avoid them."

"No way."

Teagan firmly disagreed after hearing her suggestion.

Right now, both of them had different ideas.

Just then, they heard gunshots coming from outside.

"Someone's here!"

Priscilla and Teagan were both stunned when they heard this.

After all, they could tell that a lot of people had arrived due to the frequent gunshots.

Who was it?

Was it Atlas' men?

Priscilla thought for a moment before shifting Tristan into Teagan's arms. She then said softly, "Take good care of him."

"Priscilla, no!"

"Shut up!"

At this moment, Priscilla was unyielding, and the fierce aura she emanated was the same as Tristan's.

Teagan was suddenly stunned when he saw this.

Therefore, Priscilla took advantage of this opportunity to get up and went to a spot in the passage.

Not long ago, she had already noticed that this spot was relatively weak. If she moved a few bricks, she could probably see the situation outside.

Then, she moved the bricks aside and saw many feet moving on the ground.

When she looked out through the crack, she saw that a lot of people had arrived. All of them were wearing black clothes and masks, and they had the most advanced weapons in their hands.

Were they really Atlas's men?

At this thought, Priscilla didn't dare to act rashly, even though her heart was burning with anxiety.

They attacked intensely, and they didn't care about the lives of these soldiers. It was undoubtedly a massacre.

Meanwhile, Priscilla frowned slightly at this scene.

After all, the person who gave them these orders was Laborn, but the ones who lost their lives were these innocent soldiers.

Therefore, the people of a country would only suffer if they didn't have a good leader.

Priscilla's eyebrows were knitted tightly together as she thought about this.

Finally, a familiar figure followed the men in black and appeared in her sight.

It was Lebanon!

He had come with his soldiers even with his injuries. Right now, he wore on a formidable expression and a somber demeanour.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

As these people had killed the Acker family, he would not let a single one of them go.

After all, Tristan was his brother. It was hard for him to accept this fact, and he even felt a little unhappy about it.

From a young age, he had been forgotten and was left to fend for himself. Now he found out that he had a half-brother, but everyone loved that person. Their mother, Magnolia had even paved the way for his safety.

They were both her sons! So, why were their lives so different?

At this thought, Lebanon felt sad and jealous. Furthermore, he didn't want to accept this face. However, Tristan saved his life and even supported him to be the king.

Therefore, Lebanon had mixed feelings about this.

He thought he had a lot of time to think about how to get along with Tristan, so he had time to accept this face. But when he heard that there was trouble with the Acker family and that Tristan had hurried back to their aid, Lebanon panicked.

Was Tristan crazy?

Since Laborn had killed Arlo, it was evident that he didn't want the Acker family around any longer. Therefore, did he return so that he could die?

Lebanon was worried. Indeed, for the first time, he was anxious about an irrelevant person.

After all, Lebanon and Tristan had never known each other.

In the past twenty years, Tristan had been involved in Lebanon's life. Therefore, he was a mere passerby to Lebanon.