Pursuing Her

They would be doomed if anything were to happen to Tristan.

“Get out of my way!”

D*mn Clayton. I'm going to skin him alive! How dare he hurt Sophie?

Eustace was worried about Sophie as well, so he followed suit.

Meanwhile, both Yale and Charmaine did not dare to approach the stairs. They knew that someone was wielding a gun upstairs, and they were afraid of dying.

“Who do you think got hurt?” Yale asked.

Charmaine, who was injured as well, didn't feel like playing the guessing game when Yale asked her that question.

“How am I supposed to know?”

“We can only hope that Sophie isn't hurt, or no one would be able to withstand Mr. Tristan's wrath!”

They even thought that Tristan did not care about Sophie in the past, but they were proven wrong that day.

Judging by the look on Tristan's face, it was obvious that he cared about her. He probably kept their relationship a secret to protect her.

Tristan and Felix were the first to reach the second floor. The moment they arrived, they were greeted by the petrifying sight of Sophie covered in blood.

For a moment, Tristan thought his heart would stop beating.

I shouldn't have waited downstairs. I should have come up here right away. If I came up here immediately, she wouldn't be hurt now.

Tristan had never been so afraid in his life.

He had been through many things in his life, but even when he was on the verge of death, he never felt fear like this before.

Tristan's hands trembled as he didn't even have the guts to approach Sophie.

He didn't want to face the fact that Sophie had been hurt.

When Sophie turned to see Tristan, she noticed his ashen pallor. Furrowing her brows, she was puzzled. What's wrong with him? Is he feeling unwell?

With that thought in mind, she walked over to him.

“Why are you here?”

Instead of answering her question, he wrapped his arms around her.

“Where are you hurt? Is it painful? I'll take you to the hospital right away,” he hoarsely whispered.

“Mr. Tristan...”

I must have frightened him. He has always been bold and fearless, so I didn't expect to see such an expression on his face. Sophie's heart ached.

“Mr. Tristan, I'm fine.”

“How can you be fine with all that blood on you? Save your breath. I'll take you to the hospital right now.”

Sophie blinked in confusion.

“This isn't my blood! I swear I'm not hurt.”

“Really? You're not lying to me, are you?”

“Why would I do that? This is Clayton's blood,” Sophie pointed out coolly. “Don't worry. No one can hurt me.”

It was only after Tristan checked her from head to toe and found her completely unscathed did he let out a sigh of relief.

“Sophie, you had no idea how scared I was when I heard the gun go off earlier. It took me so long to find you, so how can you make me this worried about you? Didn't I tell you that you have to come to me for all matters? I can solve your problems. Why must you put yourself in danger again and again?”

Sophie pursed her lips in silence.

What should I do now? He seems pretty angry.

“It's just Clayton. It's impossible for him to hurt me, so I came alone. There, there. Don't be mad anymore, okay? I promise I won't do this again.”

Sophie was never a patient person, but when it came to Tristan, she found herself patient enough to slowly explain things to him.

“Hey, now, I'm fine. Didn't you check me over earlier? I'm completely unscathed.”

“Okay. I'll settle the score with you when we go back,” Tristan said. He was not going to let the matter slide just like that.

He had to make her remember her mistake. Otherwise, he was sure that she would do something similar in the future.

At this rate, he would end up dying from a heart attack at a young age.

Right then, Eustace and the other officers caught up. When Eustace witnessed the interaction between Tristan and Sophie, a swell of melancholy rose in his chest.

He had always known that Sophie was a capable young woman.

Yet, even when his subordinates jokingly asked him to court her, he had never felt that way before.

At that moment, however, the sight of her treating another man with such a tender attitude made his heart flutter.

Sadly, I doubt I'll ever have a chance of being with her.

After Tristan pulled Sophie aside to get her to sit down, he walked toward Clayton, who was bleeding from his chest.

Apparently, he was not going to die anytime soon.

Therefore, the officers who had just come upstairs did nothing to tend to his wound and pretended they didn't see anything.

Since Mr. Tristan wants to teach him a lesson, what can we do? We'll let him do as he pleases as long as he doesn't kill Clayton.

“What are you trying to do, Mr. Tristan? There are officers here! You can't do anything out of line!” Clayton shrieked, finding Tristan as terrifying as the devil himself. His only hope was for the police to take him away as soon as possible. That way, he would not need to endure Tristan's wrath.

“What are you doing? I'm a murderer. Why aren't you arresting me and taking me away?” Clayton would rather have the police take him to the station than suffer Tristan's fury.

Yet, it was as if Eustace and the other officers did not hear him.

Some even turned away to look out the window, humming a tune.