"Desperate Outlaws Will Not Give Up"
Cynthia subtly shifted, a faint smile blooming on her lips. So it was indeed because of her.
Just as she was about to speak again, the butler approached from a distance. "Miss Shannon, everything is ready."
Cynthia nodded slightly, her thoughts elsewhere as she followed the butler toward the flower house. She had originally thought that the dangers Tristan faced would be more external, but it seemed that threats lurked even closer to home. It appeared that over the years, the only person he could truly rely on was himself.
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On the other side, upon hearing Old Mr. Ford's words, Tristan looked up at him. "I don't dare to presume; rather, I believe that everything is predetermined in the grand scheme of things."
Old Mr. Ford frowned slightly. The Ford family had never believed in fate, especially not Tristan. When had he started to subscribe to the notion of destiny?