Seeing Xavier in this state, Mark felt both worried and afraid. He couldn’t help but console Xavier, saying, “Mr. Lane, please don’t worry. Ms. Snyder and Noah might have gone out to play. We’ll find them soon. It was a white lie, the kind told to comfort children.
Surprisingly, Xavier believed him. “I know she wouldn’t want to leave me.”
But his reddened eyes and the dark circles beneath them, the result of a sleepless night, betrayed him. Mark could only nod in agreement.
Xavier trudged forward through the snow, his tall figure appearing particularly lonely at that moment. After a few steps, he looked back at Mark. “She said she had gotten the wrong person.”
Mark didn’t understand. “What do you mean, sir?”
Xavier didn’t answer. He opened the car door and got in. Sitting alone in the car, he once again opened the letter and read the beginning lines.
“We both know there’s no love between us, so why make each other miserable? You didn’t love me. For that, I don’t hate or blame you. I know I had gotten the wrong person.”
Gotten the wrong person…
Xavier’s throat tightened as the image of a face identical to his own came to mind. The man had a gentle gaze.
“How is this possible?” Xavier muttered to himself.
At the same time, Daphne was released on bail due to insufficient evidence. She asked Laura, “Where’s Xavier?”
Laura shook her head.
“Wasn’t he the one who told you to come and bail me out?” Daphne inquired.
Laura only pointed into the distance. Looking over, Daphne saw a silver-gray Maserati parked in the snowy field. The car window rolled down slowly, revealing Tristan’s handsome face.
A glint of surprise crossed Daphne’s eyes before she hurried toward him. “Tris! I knew you’d be worried about me!” As she tried to open the car door, it wouldn’t budge.
“Don’t misunderstand. I didn’t bail you out to save you,” Tristan uttered each word coldly. Daphne froze in her tracks.
He continued, “I’ve known for a long time that you weren’t the one who saved me back then. Do you know why I never sought you out?” Daphne’s face turned pale.
“It’s because Xav likes you, and I didn’t want to complicate things for him.”
“In that case, why are you-“
“It’s time to settle the score. But you don’t need to be afraid.” Tristan paused. “I won’t kill you outright. I enjoy slowly torturing my prey.” Daphne knew better than anyone about Tristan’s methods. After Yvette had married Xavier, he had tormented her as he had pleased.
Daphne could only imagine what could happen to her after everything that had happened.
Tristan gave her a glimmer of hope again. “Besides, I don’t know if Xav will still accept you. But from what I know of him, if he truly loves you, you’ll suffer even more!”
Tristan remembered the time when
Xavier had wanted a company, but
the company’s owner had
transferred it to someone else.. When Xavier had finally gotten the company, he had destroyed it outright.
Suddenly, Tristan’s car lurched toward Daphne. She was so scared that she fell to the ground. But the car stopped less than an inch away from her.
“If you don’t want to die, scram.”
Daphne scrambled up from the snowy ground and ran in a sorry state toward Laura.
Tristan watched her leave before driving away. He intended to slowly strip away everything from her and make her live in fear every day. After she had deceived and used him. en.swhovels.net
When he got back, he took his phone and called Quentin. “Quentin, have Xav come to my house today to see my son.”
He had seen Daphne’s live stream yesterday. He was sure Xavier must be furious. It was better for Quentin to call him now. Tristan also wanted to find out from Xavier himself whether he still cared about Daphne.